You're my Oasis

"Re. Re wake up." I forced my eyes open and looked at my step mother, Carla "you're appointment is today."

I moaned and stretch out "What time is it?" I asked as I sat up.

"About 10. I'll make you some breakfast." Carla said as she walked out, leaving me to myself.

I got out of my bed and walked into my bathroom, eyeing my grotesque reflection. My dark hair was matted and all over the place, making it clear it was in needing of a shower and a brushing, maybe a cut. My face was marked from the way I was sleeping. I was wearing old, ratty pajamas I wore when I was sixteen that barely fit now at 23.

I peeled off the pajamas and hopped into the shower, letting the water wet my hair as I squirted on a bunch of shampoo in my hand. I hummed the words to Penny Lane as the water poured over me.

I got out and threw on a Queen T-shirt and some jeans, exactly what I was wearing when I made the drive from Hoboken to New York City in tears. Getting my boots on, I left my childhood room and walked down the hall, tugging a hair brush down my hair. I stopped at the kitchen and looked at Carla, busy with the stove.

"Carla, my hair" I admittedly whined.

Carla spun and looked at me, frowning "Oh, Rebecca." She sighed and ushered me out of the kitchen "Daniella, watch the French toast!"

I looked over my shoulder to see my 17 year old half sister rush to the stove as Carla pushed me into my other sister Patti's room

Patti peeked her head out of her book "Oh God, Re. What happened?" She said as she got up, watching Carla rip the brush from my hair "Christ, you know your hair is too hazardous to not brush every day!"

I grimaced and shook my head "Sorry, I've had other things going on."

Carla began working on my hair with Patti's help when my seven year old other half sister S.G ran in.

"Mamma, daddy says if Rebecca isn't ready he's leaving without her." She informed.

"I'll talk to him. Patti, take over" Carla picked S.G up and ran down the hall as Patti forced my hair into a bun.

"Everything's hectic, huh." She said, laughing a little "You come home and it's like Hurricane Rebecca"

I smiled a little, knowing she was trying to lighten the mood "I guess"

"Hey, everything will be alright. Don't worry about it. Moms even coming to help. You know you can stay here or with Emily." Patti said as she grabbed a hair spray and attacked our lungs with it.

"Shit" I heard Daniella cough out. I glanced at her waving her hand around "Don't go near open fire, Rebecca. Here, eat the French toast in the car" she said, yanking me up "we gotta go!"

I nodded and followed her out, mumbling a quick thanks to Patti.

"Rebecca, Daniella, Richard, James, S.G, let's go!" My dad, Robert, yelled. Me and my half siblings all ran to him, watching him check the time as we were handed breakfast "We don't have that much time. Boys, we need to take the impala, so you'll have to squish together until Daniella gets out. Daniella, keep your little sister in your lap. Rebecca, you're up front with me. Let's go!" With that, he opened the door as we all ran to the elevator.

Okay, let me introduce myself. I'm Rebecca Rowen, born 1952 to Robert and Maxine Rowen-Cross. I am the second oldest of the Rowen-Cross-Dunn clan which, by the way, is kinda big. My mother and father had three girls in the span of five years. Emily, the oldest born in 1950, myself, and Patti in 1955. My parents divorced and my father met Carla Dunn, and went on to have four more kids. Daniella in 1958, the twins, Richard and James, in 1963, and little S.G in 1968. Oh, and Carla's expecting again. My mother gave birth to my brother Michael Oliver just two months before Daniella was born, and the day Carla found out she was pregnant with S.G in late '67 was when Penny was when born.