"Piss off, Jerome!"
"Have I mentioned how much I love your sweet talk?"
"And have I mentioned how much I hate you?"
Lyla Harris and Jerome Clarke hate each other. A fact that everyone at Anubis House knew, though they regularly hung out, and tried t...
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┌─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┐ CHAPTER FORTY SEVEN: House of Honesty └─── ஓ๑♡๑ஓ ───┘
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The next morning, Lyla was eating her cereal when Alfie came into the room, with a stack of gift cards in his hands, "Lot's of good luck cards in the post this morning!" He informed as he placed the stack on the table and took his own to read. Since Lyla already knew she didn't get one, she didn't bother looking, only rolling her eyes and continuing on eating.
"Yep, my folks are coming..." Alfie trailed off, as Lyla; who knew how hard his parents were on him, patted his shoulder in comfort before going into the kitchen to place her empty bowl in the sink. "Aren't you going to open yours, Patricia?" Fabian asked the girl, who was still staring at the unopened card in her hands.
"It says open in private only." She told them, "Let's have a look, don't be shy. Maybe it's a postcard from Joy!" Alfie tried prying the card away from her, but Trixie only shoved him away, making Lyla laugh as she made her way back to her seat. "Woah, there!"
"Touch it, and lose a hand, I swear." She warned the boy, before going to her seat. Curiously, Amber looked up realizing one person who didn't have a card, "Lyla, where's yours?" she asked, innocently.
Her face dropped as she tried to think of an excuse, but all she could focus on was the sinking feeling in her chest, "I-Um..."
"I gave it to her earlier, ran into her when I came in with them." Alfie covered, giving his friend a discreet smile, which she returned with appreciation. "Yeah, I read it earlier... They're super excited for me." She lied, putting on a smile, before standing up, "I'm just gonna go finish getting ready." she told them before rushing out of the room, not noticing the person who had listened in from behind the doorway.
The girl harshly threw her door open and then practically slammed it shut once she entered, she had to get out of that room, feeling overwhelmed with emotions she didn't need to be feeling. She was angry; furious even, and upset with her father, wishing she had a different life.
How could her father not care about her, so much to the point where he couldn't even send her a card. All of the work she had put in for him was going down the drain. She clearly meant nothing to the man, and she couldn't stand it. While being stuck in her head she didn't even realize she was crying until her vision started to go blurry.
She wiped her eyes quickly, then went to lay on her bed, shoving her face in her pillow as she continued to let the tears fall, for nobody to see. That was until a knock sounded from behind the door, lifting her head, Lyla looked over, clearing her throat before she yelled, "Go away, Amber!"
