ONE HUNDRED AND THIRTY EIGHT

Being back home feels odd. The heated stares from Darke don't make it easy. After finding out the truth you would think that he would be comfortable around me but l guess not. Or maybe that has to do with the fact that l haven't spoken to him yet. I had planned to do it a while back, more like two days ago but l have been dealing with a lot other things

He looks like a sulking dog whenever our eyes meet

"Darke!" my mom hates it when we scream because of her sensitive ears and it doesn't help that she is annoyed with how l have allowed my feud with her one and only son escalate to this point

"Anaya! what have l told you about screaming in my house. You don't listen do you?" she asks from her zen room. She turned one of the guest rooms into her own personal private room where she could just relax away from everyone and everything happening around her