To love someone is stupid. Eventually, you will have your heart broken... and it will hurt. Terribly so.
I've learned that lesson early in life... and it cut me. The cut still stings every now and then but slowly it's healing... while I know there will always be a scar. It doesn't matter how hard you try to hide it there will always be a sharp sting that courses through your veins... others may not know it's there but you do.
And I think that's why it still hurts.
I am Mona Wolfe, younger sister to Nicole and Kelly Wolfe. Daughter of Alicia and Drake Wolfe and 18-years-old. I don't know what life has in store for me in the future of this long path I walk on. In all honesty? I don't care. What I already got wasn't too pleasing.
The death of my mother. The sudden disappearance of my father... along with the unexpected divorce between my godparents... The pain I felt almost every day. I just didn't care anymore. What was next couldn't be anything worse than my past... right?
I am Mona Wolfe... and this is my story........
“Mona!” I heard a younger voice reach my ears, “Mom says to get your butt down to the kitchen or else.” I heard Trey sigh, rubbing his eyes. “Or else what?” I asked, my face in the pillow, my hair around my head like a halo. “I dunno. Why don't you ask her yourself?”
“Because I don't wanna get outta bed.”
“Ugh. Really? This early in the morning?”
“It's 10 o'clock, Mona.”
“Exactly, now... go away.” I mumbled, muffled by the pillow as I threw a stuffed animal at the door. “Whoa!” I heard Trey duck out of the way, landing on my beanbag chair with a muffled thump. “We should really get you into baseball.” he smirked, resting his head on the comfortable chair. “I'm not one for team sports.” I smiled, flipping over on my back. “Or any sport for that matter.” Trey shot back, laughing. “Hey! You just said--” I squealed, surprised when a sudden shriek escaped my lips. “Ugh! You’re so heavy!” I groaned dramatically, pretending to be tired and weak. “Hey! I'm all muscle, woman!” I laughed, my eyes glittered. “Sure you are, toothpick. Now get outta here! Tell Trish I'll be out in a minute!” I smiled, through a pillow after him as he scrambled out of the room.
I fell back on to the bed, feeling the uneasy feeling of solitude. I felt the truth sink in... I was alone... totally and utterly alone... lonely. I don't know why, I mean, I do have tons of friends... right? I think it's a sign of being insane... but with all the drama in my life... who wouldn't expect it?
I quickly dressed, pulling on a t-shirt and a pair of jeans. I scrambled down the stairs, barreling into the kitchen. “'Bout time you got here.” I heard Jordan mumble, making himself comfortable on a tall stool positioned at the counter, shoveling a spoonful of cheerios in his mouth. “Shut up.” I spat, smacking the back of his head. “Hey!” he growled, spinning around to face me. “What?” I asked, pouring my honey combs into a bowl I pulled out. “You little--”
“Jordan! Mona! Please! Stop! I-I can't handle this, you two... with all of the kids being home...” Trish stumbled over her words, her once glittering eyes now turned dull with fatigue. Ever since the day she met--
“Josh!” Trish gasped, pulling back the blinds. Ugh. Yes... Josh. The day she met Josh would be last day she would ever be truly happy... at least until she ended whatever she had with that awful excuse for a man. “So... whatever happened to the family meeting?” I asked, washing my breakfast down the sink drain. Nicole shrugged and skipped up to her room, her thick hair pulled into a lazy ponytail that swayed from side-to-side as she walked.
You may ask who Josh is... well, Josh Brewer is a big-shot CSI or something... I don't care what he does. He hates us kids but... that's fine because the feeling's mutual. Ever since he came home one night and found Trish has six kids he's been making sure we know he hates us... but like I said before. The feeling's mutual.
I watched as Trish ran out to the sleek black Ferrari parked at the curb. Jenny (our border collie) had altogether stopped barking at that particular car because she knew he drove it... and so did everyone else. So, while Josh is stuck with having to drop me off at the high school and everybody is gawking at the car I close the door behind me, “accidentally” slamming it behind me... secretly hoping the car would just... fall apart right then and there.
I saw Josh flash a shining, gleaming smile at Trish and pull her into a long, ultimately grotesque kiss. Sloppy... I thought, my eyebrows furrowed. Ew... is that a strand of-- I could almost feel my stomach heave, saliva... between their lips? Oh, dear god... Jeez, get a room.
I sighed, blocking out the horrid sight with the blinds. “I really hate that guy.” I heard Trey mutter, munching on a piece of toast. My head snapped in his direction... had he been there the whole time? I mean, Kayla and Kelly had left to go to shopping or somethin' and Jordan was just... around, I guess. He had always been... just there.
“Me too, Trey. Me too.” I sighed, my hand on his shoulder. I heard the door creak open then I heard the false happiness of Josh. “Here comes the Big Bad Wolf!” he laughed, pretending to be the “father figure”.
“How old does he think we are?” Trey sneered, placing his plate in the sink. “Quick, let's hide! Maybe he won't find us.” I smirked, patting his head. “I wish.” he remarked, slumping on the stool beside me.
“Hey, Kids!” he smiled, his eyes glittered with “happiness”. Did I mention I hate him? “Hi... Josh.” Trey forced a smile... for Trish. “Hey, remember, Kiddo! You can call me Dad since, after all, your mother and I are engaged! “Ugh... don't remind us.” I scoffed under my breath, hiding it with a cough. Josh shot a warning look my way, his eyes flashed with anger.
“Oh, yes! It's getting hard to keep my hand up with this huge boulder on my finger!” Trish giggled like a school girl, her eyes glittered... but still held a certain emptiness. It was true... that stupid ring was like a boulder. It was huge. It took up half of her finger... stupid diamond ring. Even with that mountain on her finger, I still think she could do better.
“C'mon, Trey. Let's go out to a movie or somethin'.” I mumbled, pulling on my coat. He smiled, grateful I was hauling him outta of that place and shrugged into his coat. I plopped into the driver's seat of my '95 Honda Civic and the small car started up nicely, purring along the road as Pink’s 'Lonely Girl' came on the radio... pretty much summing up my feelings since my mother died, leaving me... alone.