Chapter 43: Chapter 43

Chapter two.

Kathryn's POV.

When I get off the car, I suck in air into my lungs, and look out to the sight in front of me. The driver had dropped me two blocks away from my building.

It's how the cabs do here. They just won't enter the corner. I use to guess it's because the stop sign ends here.

I pick up my pace, and head towards the house — close to my sight. I can see it from this distance.

Crossing the lane, my eyes sight dad at the outside. He's sitting on a couch, his phone in his hands. Oh, yes, he's not those daddies that reads newspapers. Not that I'm criticizing though, just my point of view.

"Hey, Dad, morning." I greet him, as I turn towards the house. We have a fairly heightened gate that I have to open, the wooden texture not-so-nice against my palms, before entering.

"Morning, dear." He greet back, simply as he looks up from his phone. He smiles at me, "where were you? Oh, jogging." His eyes roams my body up to down, as he concludes.

I tilt my head, a gesture of agreement. "yeah. It was exhausting." I say on approaching him. He is still smiling by the way, his white teeth flashing at me.

I find his smile contagious.

"Oh, sorry little bear." He calls me with the nickname he composes for both Charlotte and myself.

"Yeah." I drag, and passes by him, while he's still sitting to the front door. As I enter, I hear the sound of mom, talking.

She just ends her call on me, walking over. Her face brightens up at me, and I flush. "Darling." She remarks, wanting to hug me but I refrain.

I motion down to my dress, as I mouth. "Sweats."

"Oh,"

"Yup." I say tiredly, and move up the stairs to my room. I feel tired, very tired... Such weariness from jogging.

My ribs are hurting with each breathing, and I'm just feeling them now. Seeing my family earlier, and smiling at them has momentarily made me forget my pain, but now alone, I feel it again.

I need a good, long shower, which I can't get because I'm almost late for work. Eventually, I'll be late for work. My work at the small beverage shop begins at nine in the morning, no "to" or "after". It should be exactly nine in the morning.

And looking up at the wall clock, hanging close to one of the three portrait I have in my sapphire blue-painted room, is eight-fourty three, or so. I love the colour blue, and sandy brown...the exact brown colour of beach sands. They are soft in touch, and even from look. It's just perfection.

I like my things soft, simple, and gentle. Anything other than those, or anything at opposition isn't my style. I won't admire it.

Exhaling heavily, I begin to undress myself. I wouldn't rush myself with this condition I am. I mean it when I say Brendan can stick his complaint up his ass...and your sister just think you were talking about him, being gay, my subconscious finishes the sentence. I laugh at myself outwardly. Why would Charlotte even think he's gay?

Because of a click at the door to my room, I look behind me to see Charlotte entering. She hadn't brothered knocking. It's in her blood, and that's why she's always hard-headed. She's tough to handle. No matter how you correct her, she only listens when her brain wants to.

I roll my eyes, and wait for the creak of the door to silence before speaking. And then, it does, "there's a reason why I have a door, and there's a reason why English found the verb "knock."" I state, and roll my eyes yet again.

She huffs, and jump into the bed. Her frame sinks in, before it then pops out again. My bed is pretty comfy, and sprinting.

"I'm your twin, I need not to." You're not my biological twin. My subconscious shouts in my head. "And even, what are you hiding that I haven't seen?" She questions, her tone undeniably nonchalant. I have not much surprise on my face. I got used to some of her attitude. Mind you, she's the best to ever ask for.

I'm in my bra, and panties at the moment. "what do you want?" I'm so eager to change the topic.

She chuckles. "nothing much. Just came to check on you."

"I went jogging, not fight in WWE." I make it sound horrific, at the same time, adding an expression with my eyes; flaring it widely.

She giggles this time. "That would be fun. Little Kat, getting whipped on her ass."

"I know you hate me." I say, as I walk to prepare the clothes I'll change into. I have the mind of chosing sky blue shirt, and black jeans, one that will be tight against my thighs.

After a long search through my wardrobe, in the meantime, sharing few unnecessary conversation with Charlotte, I finally find what my orbs are looking for, and get them dropped on the bed.

"So, did you find any attractive male?" Her composition of mentioning male is quite funny.

"For the thousandth time, I went jogging."

She huffs, her face motioned up. She looks like she's frustrated. She's always the lively one between us, if I'm asked. She goes out more. She explores her feminine part more than me.

I just stay indoor most times, and all my life, I've ever been to the club just twice, and it was by Charlotte forcing me to. The first time, she had to trick me by lying that we are going for grocery. I had the suspicion, but didn't really buy into it, until I got there.

It just wasn't the best place for me. I don't know how the girls do it that they grind with men they don't know. I'm the kind that lives in the love world. That's just my spirit.

"So, no guy in your life, no job at the moment...to not lie, your life is boring."

"Last time I checked, the word boring isn't a curse. And by the way, you meant it as an insult, which boring doesn't synonymize into." I share her a fake smile, and head to the bathroom.

After a huff, she follows behind me. She's being skeptical this morning. I take my toothbrush, lay some paste on it, and grind it against my teeth, cleansing.

"About the job, can't you help me with it?" I am hurried to ask Charlotte, after spitting out the foam in my mouth. Then, I dip the brush into my mouth again.

"I...okay, I'll look into it. I think...well, I should be able to get searches from some of my coworkers." Her job as a reporter in this town's news publishing company is a benefit for me now.

I smile at her, as I spit yet another foam. " Thanks." I say, and rinse my mouth. Some strands of my blonde hair sprawl into my mouth, and I pick it out. I pack the floppy strands back behind my ears. "I need a novel publishing company, where hopefully, I'll be reading manuscript of amazing writers." I'm in my fictional dreams once again.

"Hey, come back alive, get ready, let us eat, and, let's leave for work." She says, and close the door to my bathroom. She's giving me privacy to bath.

In the bathroom, stepping under the shower, I make sure to change the water temperature to warm. It cascade down my skin. My bra and panties are on the basin where I had finished brushing my teeth.

I close my eyes under the pouring water, as my hands work on my head, starting with brushing my hair behind my ears, and to my behind, so they are come out straight at the top area, and at the same time, wash away any dirt. At the down area of my hair, I have it wavy, while at the front line of the middle of my head, where my hair is parted to either sides, I have it dyed a shade of black.

The dressing helps in bringing out the colour of my hazel eyes, especially during when I'm under the sun, Charlotte would say that my eyes would blend with the colour of my hair...both of them fair.

The fact that my skin is ivory in nature also adds to my beauty, but sadly, I've never impressed a guy before. I don't even want to. I don't allow myself to look like it. I dress fine, but I don't talk to guys that wants to talk to me. I don't know why, I just won't. It's like there's something affecting me, making me only want the right guy to come.

Charlotte would sometime think I'm a fan of the same sex, and to assure her that I'm not — not that the Carmelo will hate me or reject me for it — I know the whelp I passed through.

Out of the shower, I get dressed quickly, take a look at myself in the mirror. I had use the hair dryer to dry my hair, and make the waves below shown. Once done, I breath out, my hands around my mouth to my nose to hold the air from my mouth so I can breath it in to my nose. It smells fresh, and crispy...crispy? Now, my inner voice is back again.

"Kat! You're never coming down?" Then, Charlotte is quick to add her sarcasm, "or rapture's taken you?"

"That will be nice!" I shout back at her, as I jog down the stairs. I don't feel pain at my ribs as before, now I'm hungry. I want some mouthwatering dish.

Ah, and my mom never disappoints. The moment I walk down, the smell of pancakes invades my nostrils, making me want to roll my eyes to the back of my head. Amongst those things I said I like, rather, love, food is to be included. I could be kidnapped by food.

Oh, before I forget, let me remind you that I have a good sense of smell when it comes to sniffing out where scents are. My sense of smell is just that hyper. I never go medical on it, so I guess it's natural.

"Ouch, that hurt. So, you prefer you go to heaven, and I don't."

"At least you know rapture is about going to heaven." I say, laughing. Mom hears and laugh. Just then, dad enters, walks over to her, and kisses her forehead. That's what I call love. I hope I get mine someday. That's what I want. My heart melts whenever I see them do that.

"Okay, enough cracking up ladies. Let's get to eating." I nod at mom's saying, and sit next to Charlotte.

She grins as mom passes her two pieces of pancakes. But when it comes to me, mom just place the bowl containing pancakes in front of me, and I smile widely at her.

"That's when you see her most adorable, teeth-on-the-outside smile." Father has to embarrass me? He's stating the fact, so I place my eyes on the bowl again.

"Well, I'll take that as a compliment." I mention, as I pick seven pieces of pancakes. Once again, I don't get satisfied by food easily. I eat like crazy before getting cooled... don't panic, my belly is flat, and my size is of a usual twenty-two years old female.

"She's a beast."

"You guys should leave me alone." I cry at them, my tone pleading, but they know better; it's just a tease.

Chapter three.

That is my life. Everyday is just, but frankly excitedly spent with my family. I own the Carmelo in the depth of my heart. They are just that cute, and loving. Without them, I wonder how my life will turn out to become — most certainly wrecked, and torn.

Charlotte takes father's trunk out everyday to the office. I think in the next promotion, which will be by the ending of this year, she should get her own car, and house if she's to be part of those promoted.

I love her spirit at work, so undoubtedly, I'm sure she should be picked. It's one of the reasons, these days she's getting worked up, but then, she's Charlotte, she still has her fun...unlike me.

I always sit next to her, on the passenger seat while she drives. I can drive too, but the enjoyment of watching the passing nature fascinates me. Just seeing as the world moves backwards in a somewhat way, makes me imagine myself getting ahead in life. For some reason, it serves as motivation to me.

The drive to the shop is short. While it last, Charlotte and I had small talks. It was mostly about the stress from her work. I feel her pain, my face solemn as she explains. She's trying to pull things together, and yet, the stress doesn't show on her face. She's just that damn strong.

I alight, and wave her a later bye. We share smiles, and then, I turn to my another starting day of work. Entering the shop, it isn't crowded. Looking at the time, I find myself almost an hour late.

Brendan will be pissed, but I don't give that much of a damn thing. I'm an easy going person, but there's this bug in me that doesn't like ridicule, I hate when people want to take me for granted for being gentle-looking. I am cool, and all, but I don't allow rubbish.

"And why are you late this time, Kathryn?" Ask my boss, Brendan. We are of the same age. And he lives at the neighbouring street — Academy, I think the street's name is.

"I'm sorry. I went to get something for mother, and before I got back, I realized it's late." I give him the puppy eyes. I'm bad at lying, but he's buying this one with no choice. He didn't really equip me to work, I volunteered. And since he pays me, that makes him officially my boss, but at the same time, I'm independent.

"Okay. Just go get the remaining customers their order." He says, and leaves. The way he gaits makes his waist break from left to right, and vice versa, making it look like he's twerking. It's funny to me everytime I observe it.

He's quite simple today. His dress is just a plain nylon red shirt, and black trousers. He accompanies it with a polished brown shoe, and matching face cap. His dressing is cute on him, and hugs tightly, bringing out his hunky figure. I don't blame Charlotte for having a thing on him. More also, his dyed-to-brown hair, and green eyes is superb.

Back to business, my legs motion my body to behind the counter where I grab an apron from the shorter rack, so I don't have to be on my toes to grab it. I'm averagely short, a four feet and seven inches type of girl.

To my left on the wooden worktop, I grab a handful of popcorn, and chew them in my mouth all at once. My mouth pops out such that when an order came from a table, I could only answer with a muffled, as-though-strangled tone.

"A chocolate coffee here, please." It was a man's voice.

Seeing his grey hair, I pin his chiseled face inside my head, and go get his order.

"Yes, coming!" I am able to reply with once swallowed. Getting the man's chocolate coffee, I place it on the silvery serving tray, and move to his table.

Getting there, I place it down, and smile at him, "have an enjoyable morning, Sir."

He chuckles at what I said, "I will. Thanks." From the look of things, I think he's an outsider to this town. Maybe outsiders do come around here.

Once done, I go back to where I belong — behind the booth, and arrange things, getting to work to prepare more coffees, and getting the ingredients for eclectic types of tea ready.