A/N: JOE IS MINE! growls and claws Okay fine he's not, but cut me some slack and stop reminding me. I don't own anything but this plot and my imagination and maybe some twisted sense of humor D
Joe has not called for the past few days. No messages, no nothing. It was as if he just disappeared on her. It was not as if Krisha has the right to even expect to hear from him. They do not have anything going on except a weird sort of acquaintance under the circumstances they had. Beyond that, there really was not anything. Krisha tried to think less of it. She did not like him in any way, does she? It was to be expected, he was bored then so they talked; he spared some time for her. But that was it. She would like to think that she just got used to talking to him almost 24/7. She got so used to it that not receiving anything from him for two and a half days just felt weird, almost as if something huge was missing.
Where have Joe been anyways? Apparently he has just been home all the time. Nick still kept pestering him about the bet. They both know that he was not going anywhere with Krisha. She was just so different from the rest of the girls that he has dated before. Not that it was a bad thing; it could be interesting for a while but not when you are not getting any reaction. Not when he feels like he is hitting on a huge rock that would not even move nor bulge.
Her phone rang, for a split second it entered her head that it might be Joe since he was one of the few that ever called her. She looked over the caller ID, it was her Dad. She quickly hit the answer. She was not sure why he would call. He rarely ever did.
"Hey Krish, do you think you can come over at our house later?" her dad asked.
Krisha could not understand it was four in the afternoon, as she being asked to sleep over? Lily hated seeing her and her sister, why would her dad ask her to come over? But he shrugged the though, maybe their dad's new wife is not that bad after all, "I guess it's okay."
"Great, you can come over at six. You see we couldn't find anyone to baby-sit Cole on such short notice and Lily and I really need to attend this function tonight." her father explained.
Krisha's mouth fell open. What was her dad thinking? He walks out of their life. He remarries and is suddenly not available for her and her sister unless he could sneak out of lily's guard, and now he call and just when Krisha thought maybe he finally grew a spine to invite his daughter to his house, all hell breaks loose. He just wanted her to babsit his four year old son with the bitch. Krisha went frantic. She hung up. Her dad called he back but she just redirected t to voicemail. A few minutes later she decided to send her Dad a message:
Okay, I'll be there.
She hit send a little too harshly, her lips pursed and her mood swinging violently. She have always been a Daddy's girl but she had to deal with not seeing him anymore when he and her mom separated. It was difficult for everyone but not as difficult a it was for her. Kyla was then too young o understand or even care about what was going on' her mom was just happy to finally have their dad kicked out of the house. She, Krisha was fourteen then. She was still just adjusting to the awkward adolescent years when it had to happen. She saw and heard every fight. They never even tried to conceal it from her. She was like a buffer, she had to accept everything yet not feel. She did not want Kyla to get what was happening to the family. She never cried—not once. As much as she hated her sister for being too young to understand, she knew better not to show any signs of weakness. Her dad would always tell her that she is the big sister, she has to be strong. And she never really even has anyone to tell anything to. Ever since the divorce, Krisha grew distant to everyone. She ditched her friends and hid under the apathetic Goth façade. And it was effective, the look, the clothes and the attitude definitely made her into an anti-social loser.
Lying on her bed, she let these thought overcome her. She stared into the ceiling as if trying to bore a whole into it. She finally got up a few minutes later and headed to her bathroom. Unlike most days, it took her no more than ten minutes to finish. The water felt too cold as it ruthlessly pierced through her skin. She cursed under her breath, pulling hard on her hair as she rinsed it. She let some of the shampoo get into her eyes. She liked how it stings; it reminds her how she could still feel. She indulged in the pain, not washing it off until a few seconds later when her phone vibrated on the sink.
She quickly finished up, and then pat herself dry. She looked over her phone, guessing it was her dad, probably confirming with her. She was right, she opened the message. And what was more it that he was asking her to just get a cab there, because Lily won't let him off. Krisha groaned, 'This is so typical. Oh wait, who was asking the favor again? He is! Not me.' She let out a sigh, and the moment she stepped out of the bathroom, he drained off all her frustration. She wore that blank expression again.
She trudged her way to her closet, picking out a red and black Hatebreeder tee. She used in a school activity once where she got paint splattered on her back. While that was a nasty memory, the paint actually looked like some cool abstract on the shirt. She paired it off with her black off beat pants, a pair of once-was-white-chucks that had mini graffiti and doodles with black and blue ink all over it. She looked herself in the mirror, and well she looked a lot like a hardcore metal freak but that was not quite how she wanted it. Although she was not one who thought she needed to dress up just to make a point (with the point being she was a num callous goth kid who badly screams hate), just this time she will allow it.
She walked over to her dresser, rummaged through the drawers for her make-up. It had been too long since she used anything else besides her mascara and eyeliner plus an occasional lip tint. This time, she wanted to just express every anger into making her look like it. She put on a fair amount of foundation into her face and neck, it was one or two shades lighter than her color, which made her look pale. She decided to work her way downwards, starting off with her eyes. She lined four dark shades of eye shadow in front of her. First, she applied the black one, the mixed it up with a very dark shade of violet. She worked into it, her eyebrows furrowing as she put on two other shades of blue. She spotted her old eyeliners. The last time she had used them, she got the look from her mom. The look that lingers halfway between disappointment and disgust. There were four shades of it. Black. Blue. Brown. Red. It was one of those easy to smudge things that do not wear off unless you dab it with some eye make-up removing solution. She left out the blue shade and put on the red shade first. It perfectly made the entire look of her eyes as she lines the inner part f her eyelids with it. Next was the black liner, followed by the brown one to make her eyes look sunken. She looked at herself again, leaning back on her chair. She reminded herself of posers trying so hard to show they were Goths when they do not even know the essence of the subculture. One more thing, she gently smudged the eyeliners downwards just enough to give the effect she wanted. Perfect. The last touch was a dark shade of lipstick. It was reddish brown of some sort, then she lined thinly with a dark lip liner. Net, she pitted both sleeves of her shirt. She knew she was going to regret this act after because it was a limited edition shirt. But right then, she was angry and she does not care. She looked at herself, she looked really freaky now—this time, more like the real goth thing, but it does not seem enough yet.
"Eff." She cursed, realizing she needed to remove her top, which might ruin her make-up. She carefully pulled it off. And put on a black see-through laced long-sleeved blouse that fits her perfectly. She had not worn it for a while now. She then cut her shirt just bellow the word Hatebreeder, then through the neckline to make it come off her left shoulder. She then put it over the blouse. It was cut just a good two inches above her navel.
It was just perfect. Now that has got to freak her father out. She smiled wryly at her reflection. There was something missing, she was still a bit bare to her opinion. She furrowed in concentration, then fumbled through her drawers, looking specifically for something. Then, she finally found it, a lave collar necklace with black and ruby embellishments and a cross pendant at the center. Just one last thing—a black and gray plaid mini-skirt that went over her pants.
She gave her image one last look before she walked off the room, taking long strides so she would not have to explain to her mom nor her sister if they were even home. She checked her pockets. There was her phone, her iPod, and her wallet and she knew that was all she needed.
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When Krisha stepped out of the car, her dad was already outside waiting for her. He looked different. He was in a Gray suit, his hair fixed as if not one stand of hair was supposed to fall out of its place. She saw him frown at her, but it was not like the look her mom always gives her. It was more like, why-are-you-doing-this sort of frown. Krisha blinked it away and acted as if she had not noticed her father's expression. She kissed him on the cheek, which left a faint lipstick mark on his face.
"So you decided to go gothic again, Krish?" he said, trying to ease up the air.
She just nodded, her eyes looking away from her father. He was different. But she refused to notice it until now. Her dad, in a suit. That was just weird. She was more used to seeing him in rice ants and cotton button downs because he always refuses to wear anything uncomfortable. But here he was, looking so unlike him. They were quiet until a pair of footsteps came close to the door. The door clicked and Lily emerged from behind it in a gaudy piece of clothing that would blind you just by sparing it a glance.
"What are you supposed to be?" Lily asked, looking at Krisha from top to bottom; disgust evident in the expression of her face.
Krisha was about to comment on Lily' own choice of fashion sene when her Dad came in between them, "Lily, we better get going. Krisha already knows what to do. Let's go." As the couple walked off, all her Dad could offer was an apologetic wave as they backed out of the driveway.
A/N: Was it bad? It's a bit rushed though… I know it is a bit melodramatic but I felt the necessity to put this part so people would understand where our character is coming from…especially for the following chapters. Love love 3 Hope to hear from you guys:) reviews and suggestions are appreciated.