Chapter 2 Darla

    I walk downstairs, my head still pounding from last night.

Damn, what happened at that party. How much did I drink?

 As I walk down to the final step, I see Crystal, my girlfriend, sleeping on the couch. I walk by her quietly, a coffee mug of French Vanilla Macchiato in hand, not wanting to disturb her as she slept peacefully. I noticed a note on the table. It was from Dad.

"Dear Darla,

    Your mother and I are going away for the week. I know you don't normally see us, so it shouldn't be too much more different. We're leaving you in charge since you are 5 minutes older than your sister. Please let us know next time you go to a party, the guards almost shot you and Crystal last night. Don't worry, your mother still thinks that you two are friends. Your secret is safe with me.

Good luck on your music test today,

Hope you ace it

Dad"

     Damn. Mom always disapproved of mine and Crystal's sexualities. Always saying shit like, "That type of people are below scum itself," and, "Anyone who feels a connection with the same gender doesn't deserve to feel love at all,". She always made me angry with that type of stuff. But I never stood up. I was always the second favorite with her. She never approved of my music taste. Marilyn Manson, Rob Zombie, Defining 13. All metal, and all speak the truth really. Their music gets me through rough times. 

    I made some eggs and toast since I told all the servants they could have the week off. I don't see the point in having everything done for me when I spent that summer in a special training facility to train me in survival. (Mom only let me go so she could spend time teaching Angela more piano without my guitar practice in the background.) I make sure to make a plate for Ang too. You'd think that I'd hate her guts for being the favorite, having mom's attention all the time. I know the truth. Mom uses Ang as a lap dog. She has her training to do as she says when she says it.

    Before eating the eggs, I remember a trick a friend of mine taught me for hangovers. Pickle juice. You have to drink a lot of it, but to make it taste a bit better, you can add some water into it. I make a glass for me and Crystal just as she walks into the kitchen. I hand her the glass and she drinks it down, asking if I had one of her uniforms here.

"Yeah, don't worry Crystal, I got you," I say, finishing the juice and sharing a plate of eggs with her before going upstairs and to my room.

    The black walls covered in posters were long and dark, with dark red trim. The posters depicted everything from Marylin Manson Mechanical Animals to Korn Follow the leader. Mine and Angela's rooms are pretty similar, just different colors and styles of decorations. Mom had Angela listening to Mozart when she was born. She tried it with me, but after I got my own state of mind, I decided to paint my room different and jam out with Dad. 

    I went into the closet, the only thing I didn't paint and grabbed mine and Crystals Uniforms. Crystal and I have been dating for about four years now. I met her during detention in freshman year and she was one year behind me(Technically two cause she was held back). I want to ask her to marry me during her graduation party. We already have a house. Dad had paid to have people build me a three-story treehouse. The first floor was a living room that you walk right into with a T.V., black carpeting, black leather couch and a kitchen with a small bar, stove, oven, fridge, sink, and coffee pot. The second floor had a bathroom, a game area, and another small bar. The third floor was the bedrooms. We had two. The main bedroom(Mine and Crystals) and a guest bedroom. It also had a larger bathroom. 

    We got dressed and I checked the time. 0600. We don't have to be too the school till 0800. Crystal and I decided to head out, grabbing our light jackets since it was still winter, but getting close to spring. I grab my keys to my black and red smart car that Dad got me for Christmas. Mom got Angela a new piano, car, desk, and a trip to the spa. She got me a limited edition album… from Mozart. I ended up giving it to Angela. Dad got me the car and a new guitar. It was a really nice one. A red body with black arm and head. The strings were silver and it had my name written on the back in Metallica style font. I loved it. Sadly, when mom found it, she smashed it and then laughed. She said two guitars are enough.

    Me and Crystal get into the car and head off towards the treehouse. As we drive down the road, I notice that the sun is peeking over the trees of the woods. I enjoyed the dawn. It was nice. Not many people were out during this time. Nor at twilight. We pull up into the secluded driveway and walk the trail of large stones up to the treehouse. As we enter the house, We take off our shoes and head into the kitchen,  making more coffee.