?Pretty’s On The Inside?
[The World thinks She’s ugly but He sees her Beauty?]
By Authoress Kamara
Episode 20
?Paris Myers?
I swiped up my hair trying another ponytail to fit my dressing. I finally settled on styling my hair into a french braid twist.
I slid my feet into the pink flip-flops on the floor and then scurried out of the room heading downstairs towards the kitchen.
I had promised Aunt that I’ll cook with her this morning since it was a Saturday.
“Good morning, Aunt”. I greeted cheerfully while stepping into the kitchen.
“And whats so good about this morning ?”.
I stop in my tracks on hearing Tiffany’s cruel awful voice this morning. I turn around to see her staring at me scowl fully.
“Ignore your cousin, Paris, good morning to you too “. Aunt Jenny butted in and then faced her daughter. “Tiff. Apologize to her”.
And in return, I only get an eye-roll.
“Mum ?”. Tiffany walked past me going over to stand with her mother. “Jeremy is coming over today”.
Wait. What? Jeremy?
“Why? You said you two planned to go out ?”.
“Well he did but for some reason, he kind of preferred spending time with me over at my place and I think its because of someone”. Tiffany said giving me a side glance.
I cringe at the look on her face.
Why did she look at me like that ?
Wait. Does Jeremy wanting to come here somehow involves me or what?
“So is he allowed to come over?”.
“Sure thing, Tiff. Just that you two should keep things low at PDA level”. Aunt Jenny warned her.
“Okay , Mum”.
I watch as she blew her mother a kss and then intentionally hit my shoulder while she walk past.
I silently take in what she did to me to avoid any looming problem with her.
“Sorry for keeping you waiting, Aunt “. I said walking closer to what she was cooking up.
“No worries, Paris. Besides, I’m done. You can just go watch some television with your cousin in the living room”.
For some reason, I do not want to do that right now.
“Its okay, I can stay here”.
“No. I’m done cooking, its placed in the oven already so you can go on now, watch T.V, read a book, do what you love. You are still young, okay? Just go live life , maybe you’ll cook with me some other time”.
“Oh. Okay then”. I replied a little defeated.
I turn around going to the doorway and made to leave when she stopped me calling me back.
“And Paris?”.
I turn to face her. “Yes, Aunt?”.
“Please try to ignore Tiffany’s attitude, she is really sweet at heart. Just that she hates anyone being in her space, thats why she’s acting this way around you and Rio”.
Tiffany? Sweet?
First Jeremy told me that. And now Aunt too.
Why do they keep saying that?
She doesn’t even look anything sweet to me.
“Give her some time and she’ll warm up to you, okay?”. Aunt continued. “She’s not yet used to sharing me with other people”.
Other people?
I’m basically related to her.
We are cousins!!
“Okay, Aunt”. I say instead and turn to walk out the door.
I step into the living room and met Tiffany on the couch with her eyes locked on the television screen.
A smile curved up on my lips as I realized what she was watching.
Oh Em Gee!!
“Its Xavier Marion!”. I blurted out without thinking.
Tiffany rolled her eyes. “We can all see that. Thank you for pointing it out”.
“Where is he?”. I asked lowly hoping she would answer me.
“Ontario in eastern Canada. He’s having a concert there”.
Wow! Did she just reply me politely?
I glanced at the screen and unconsciously admired him.
He’s so cuter on screen.
Xavier was clad in a pair of tight jeans and a blue designer shirt. The long sleeves of the shirt were rolled down to his elbows and he left few buttons undone at the top.
It showed his broad chest and I could clearly see the tattoos running down from the side of his neck down his chest which was exposed and then disappeared into the torso of his jeans.
Wow! He really looks hot.
I don’t usually admire him this way when I’m in front of him because I’m really shy to look into his eyes let alone admire all of his features.
Xavier is just so handsome like a greek god and his body is d@mn perfect.
I stood silently watching the way he sang with all of his emotions depicted into those lyrics.
For some reason, I’ve noticed that either he’s always talking to someone in his lyrics or regretting doing something or missing someone.
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?Xavier Marion?
“Xavier!! I’m so happy that you’ll singing here again despite what happened”. The manager said while I half-listened.
Despite what happened this last time?
Did he really have to remind me?
I only came here to fight my demons and nothing more.
I closed my eyes as the host called out my name.
G©sh! Xavier! Take it in! Don’t show off your emotions! Try to forget what she did!
I exhaled deeply and stepped out into the flashing lights onto the stage as screams from all angles deepened.
I squinted my eyes a little bit and saw that the audience was a long way back.
Dmn! This concert was really sold out !
I encircled my fingers around the mic as the shouts became more louder.
Somehow, this reminds me of when I had performed with her.
Forget about it! Xavier! Forget about it!
?Years past but I still remember what you did
Just with that one sentence, the crowd calmed down to hear what I would sing.
?I’d never forget it.
?And when I thought that I was broken enough
?You came across and shattered me completely
?I needed somebody to love. Somebody to hold
?Someone that’ll know my rights and wrongs
G©sh! Singing this is so painful.
I closed my eyes and managed to sing it all through. And then it finally came to an end.
I dropped the mic while the audience were giving me a standing ovation. I walked out of the stage going backstage.
“Xavier!”. One of the organizers walked to me with a smile on her face. “That was__”.
“I’m leaving”. I said cutting her off.
“What?!!”.
A tear slipped down my eye as I walked towards the car waiting for me already.
I hate you!
I hate you!
I hate you!
She made me believe in love.
And then she shattered it.
She made me a broken blackbird without wings to fly.
She caused all this.
Ladies like her aren’t worth loving.
Ladies like her aren’t even worth living.
Another tear slipped down my eye making me realize that I will never be over what happened.
“Sir? You are crying?”.
The bodyguards behind me all stopped as one of them said that to me.
More tears flowed down my eyes as I notice the press coming closer towards me as the paparazzi flashed their cameras.
I ignored them opening the backseat myself as I stepped in closing the door behind me.
“Take me back home!!”. I said hoarsely to the driver.
“But Sir, I still need to take you to another__”.
“I said take me back home!”.
“Okay sir”. He replied meekly starting the car engine.
I drew my knees up to my chest and in a shaky breath, released all the tears that have been choking me.
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TO BE CONTINUED
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