Behind the mask

Chapter 9

Knock knock
All I wanted was to be left alone.
Knock knock
Oliver wasn't my boyfriend.
Knock knock
Stella was his girlfriend.
Knock knock
I shouldn't be crying over this, should I?
Knock knock
The knocking was making me annoyed.
Knock knock
Can't they get the hint that I wanted to be left alone?
Knock knock
Would they stop if I didn't reply for one hour?
Knock knock
What if it's Oliver?
Knock knock
Oliver....
Knock knock
Hope starts to rise up in me.
Knock knock

Whoever was on the other side is getting really impatient. So I decided to get up and went to open the door, to find Bella.
"Mom said you're grounded," She said simply.
"I know," I mumbled in reply.
She looked at me curiously, at my messed up hair and ruined make-up, with my blanket thrown on the floor, "Are you alright?" She came inside and shut the door.

Yes, Bella is a nice person. Not like her sister. Stupid, stupid, stupid sister. We used to play together when we were younger. Secretly, of course. But now, with all the school works and the death of my father, we grown up separated, me locked up in my room, sobbing over my loving father. I guessed, we still cared for each other no matter what.

"No, it's okay, Bella. You're gonna get caught up here," I told her.
"Hey, I'm gonna be fine, alright? Now tell me what happened," She reassured me, "Was it Stella? I've always hated my sister but..." She stopped talking and went to my bookshelf, to find my hidden CD tracks, "What are these?"
I blushed as I said, "Oh, they're just my songs."
"Your songs? As in, you wrote them?"
I silently nodded.

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I spent the rest of my evening with Bella. Okay, I know, I said that both of my sisters are stupid. Well, I guess they are, or were, since Bella studied harder in these past few years. I was still confused on how Bella wasn't caught yet. Did she tell her mom that she was going out? Sleepover with her friends? I shook my head smiling as I went over to her, who is currently looking over my playlist. She looked up to me as I sat down to her, "I like your taste in music," She smiled and I just smiled back, "Hey, I know what my mom did to you... How did you even cope with it?"
I sighed, "I... can't."
"What do you mean, you can't? I've seen you these past few days and you looked perfectly fine. Like you're happy. You were even skipping and smiling..."
I laughed gently, "That, dear sister, is called acting."

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Bella spent the night with me in her sleepover bag. We used to sneak around and play together, then we had the urge to have a sleepover. Bella knew I can't go to her bedroom, since her mom check on this every night, so Bella stuffed some pillows underneath the blanket and brought her sleepover bag into my room.
"Good morning," Was the first thing I heard when I sat up on bed.
The voice was too deep and too masculine to be Bella. I swear, if she made some device to turn her voice like that, I'm gonna kill her. She's getting too smart nowadays.

When I realized that the voice belong to a man, my eyes widened. My bed hair never looks good. It was all tangled up, making it look like a bird nest. Especially since my hair colour is brown.

I turned my head to the person, leaning on my doorway, who I least expected to see here, at my house, this early.

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