Chapter 4

Flour everywhere, eggs splashed on the table and two ruffled hairs designed with a mixture of flour, milk and eggs yolk shows how much fun Irye and Anne had. Although Irye does not smile, she plays to the tune of the little girl, reluctant to disappoint her sweet heart. After all she is not like her naughty sister or wicked mum. Pampered Anne is more fun and adorable but Irye just wants to stay away from her and the rest. Anne throws a left over flour at Irye and giggles. Aloof Irye just freezes and stares in confusion. Another handful flies at her face.The feel of the powder on her face is starting to annoy her. She had just finished bathing.

"What are you doing?" She asks with gritted teeth trying to suppress her anger.

"It's a food fight!" little Anne exclaims. Her smile drops, sensing her step sister's obliviousness to the situation."Don't you know what it is? Here, throw some at me."She fetches some leftover flour on the table and hands it to Irye.

Her step sis just looks at her and back at the flour in her hand. Not sure of what she is doing, she takes it and throws some at Anne.

Her eyes widen and her lips pull up after looking at the beautiful decoration on Anne's face.She let out a laughter she doesn't know she is holding.

The atmosphere becomes friendly again and they play to their hearts content.

"Let's clean up before your mum comes. You know your sister will throw daggers at you when she finds out."Irye says shoving a towel at Anne.

After some few moments, they are done and remove the cookies from the oven.

"Okay so that's it. Enjoy."Irye says handing the plate full of cookies to Anne. Without saying anything, she begins trekking out the kitchen.

"Hey, won't you take some."Anne stops her."Nah-uh. Share it with your family"Irye says over her shoulder.

"But.."Anne is interrupted."No buts. I think I should get going before you fall into trouble." She smiles at Anne and walks out of sight.

That little girl always found ways to tag her heart even though she doesn't want to have any relation with her.

After a warm bath, she sleeps on her bed and thoughts of Blake rekindle in her mind. She begins huffing and puffing. Someone knocks at her door and she gets up lazily.

"What do you want Anne?"She sighs. A heap of cookies flies at her right after she opens the door.

The pain from that enrages her."Oh,she is so dead"she thinks. Her eyes meet two brown ones and she stiffens.

"Don't you ever use those hands on my ingredients." A middle aged woman yells at her. There stands who she's ever hated since she turned 15.

Mirabel, a brunette steps into the room. You could see whom Anne takes after. Irye slowly reforms herself and steps forward confidentially.

She squints her eyes lowers her head to level with the short woman in front of her.

"What the hell?"Irye grits. "I ain't gonna put up with that alright?"she feels her rage taking control of her as she spits those words out.

She is now heaving. She feels as if something is consuming her slowly. Taking control of her mind and making her unable to think straight. Mirabel staggers as she spot a glint of darkness in Irye's eyes.

Those aquarium eyes were turning pitch black and she wonders what her step daughter really is. Taking in a deep breath after some time, Irye walks out of the room out the house for fresh air.

She drives to a building surrounded with lots of green. A simple spacy structure with a glass door and a wide parlour. Her dad's summer house. She opens the the door using her fingerprint and enters. She needs to calm down so she crouches and put her head on her knees. Memories of her family when before she turned five run through her mind.She finds peace there somehow. Waking towards the big glass window, she moves aside the curtains and allow them to brush her face.

Irye walks towards the big television at her far right and squats. Moving her fingers on the diskettes, she picks a song her mum liked to sing.

Her mind casts back to those happy memories,the fun she had with her family,the time when her dad was so fond of her.

Those memories make her tear up and she tries hard to suppress them. Turning the volume up, she sits on the floor knee up and let the music play while she looks out the window.

She shut her eyes and processes the rythm. A tear slips through her shut eyes while she is trying hard to control herself. Before she knows it,she is already crying wanting everything to go back as it was.

Meanwhile Blake is on his bed clutching his head. The new girl at school has hurt his ego. Something no one dares to do. But he can't point out whether it's anger he's feeling towards her or not. Because of her, he's hurt his girlfriend and thoughts of her keep tormenting him.

"Get out of my head"he shouts."Who do you think you are?"he says to no one in particular.

Irye has an effect on him and all he knows is that he's going to torment her till she leaves the school. He is going to banish that attitude from her. There's something perculiar about Irye that's driving him crazy.

Is it because she crazily beautiful or she is the first to show rude attitude to him and doesn't care. He doesn't know but he will decide what to do to her next.