line. I have to be on my best behavior every time I turn around. You can’t embarrass the man that is in the public eye every day of his life. As I let my fingers linger on the silk dress, I contemplate what life would be like if I left. What if I just up and went off on my own? Would he even care? A part of me wants to believe that he would but the bigger part says I already know the truth. My relationship with my parents is rocky at best. Dad has always been way too involved in work to settle down and actually act like a father a should. Instead, he throws all these pretty things at me and expects me to just put on a happy smile and be the prefect little girl.
With a sigh of defeat, I grab a pair of tight jeans, a shimmery tank top and my knee-high boots. Heading into the bathroom, I look at myself in the mirror. My bright blue eyes and long blonde hair hang around my face, framing it. I see a lot of my mom in me, but she’s so lost in her own little fantasy world that she doesn’t even notice me anymore either. Grabbing my brush, I run it through the tangles as I stare at my own reflection. One day I’ll leave this place. One day I’ll have a life of my own. Blowing out a breath, I slam the brush onto the counter, grab the hem of my shirt and pull if over my head. Forget all the shit for one night. I’m going to go out and have fun with my friends tonight. Everything else can wait.
Cordae
Counting to fifty, I do my pushups after I eat. I’m in a slight hurry for tonight’s fight to start. In fact, I just want to get it over with so I can get the hell to the after party. My body’s tense with all the weight of the world on it. My mind has wandered to every little thing that could go wrong tomorrow. I have a job placement of sorts. I guess it really isn’t a placement, seeing how I already know that I’m going to be taking over the goddamn empire one day.
I sometimes wonder how the fuck my uncle and father were truly related. They were ying and yang. Cut from two different cloths. Rolling onto my back, I do some sit ups while I weigh my options. There aren’t many within this family. Fuck, after I was kicked out of high school, I joined the Navy to learn some kind of discipline. My discipline came from the streets though, not the Navy. When I was released of my duties there, I fell back into the slump of life. My shoulder still aches every time the rain comes, and tonight is no different. Being shot that once really fucked my shoulder up for a long time but it’s healed well over time. Well, for the most part it has.
“What’s going on, Cord?” Jordy asks as he walks in looking a like an old school pimp. Some days I wonder how the hell we’re friends.
“What the fuck are you wearing?” Nodding towards his fur coat, I can almost smell the dead animal he skinned to make that shit.
“You like it? Got it off Joey over on the east side.” Shaking my head, I sit up resting my forearms on my knees as I watch him examine himself in the mirror.
“You look like the roadkill attacked your ass. You aren’t wearing that shit with me tonight,” I say pointing to it again, he shrugs before taking it off. Tossing it on my couch, I lunge forward and grab it.
“Don’t throw dead animals on my furniture man!” I roar before tossing it back to him, he scowls. Fucking idiot. What the hell is wrong with him? Some days I wonder if Jordy has a full brain inside his head. Especially when he does random shit like this.
“Your uncle coming in tonight?” he asks but I just shrug. I’m hoping he doesn’t. As much as I love my uncle for everything he’s done for me, I feel like he’s pulling me into the gates of hell with him. I suppose in a way I already live there. This lifestyle isn’t for everyone. It’s hard and it’s a dark place to live. I’ve never doubted myself in this family though. I’ve always held such pride