AIRYN Chapter 2: Aunt Cecilia

When Rayna's parents have a huge opportunity to go to Japan for their work for a few years, she ends up staying at her Aunt Cecilia's house and things don't go the way she wants them to.

When I was eight years old, in second grade, Rayna and I had a lot more fights. Almost every day we would be angry with each other for something as stupid as not liking the same color or something. Every time we made up, I thought we were never going to fight again. The next day, I hated her and she hated me.

One cold, winter day, I finally found out the issue. Rayna was having some personal issues of her own. Her mother was going away for two years to work her job in Japan. Her dad was also going because he doesn’t have a job. He couldn’t pay for the house if he was there alone. After a few months, when her parents were finally taking off for Japan, they dropped her off at her Aunt Cecilia’s house. I tried to be excited about it and I asked her if I could come over to her new house.

She slumped in her seat and mumbled, “What’s so great about it?” after her first night there. Nearly every day she did that. Sometimes she wouldn’t even let me comfort her. She’d just go and mope around in her room.

One day when I finally got the chance to come over to her new house, my eyeballs almost fell out of their sockets. I suddenly felt sick. Cecilia’s house was a pig sty. It was behind repulsive. There were clumps of dirt and something green all over the unappealing orange carpets. There were empty cereal and cardboard boxes tossed in a corner where a tiny TV was. Rayna was so not used to watching TV that she asked her aunt millions of times to get a new TV.

“Why can’t we just dig up the old one? It’s only underneath a few boxes.” The TV was underneath at least two hundred boxes covered in creepy crawling ants and earwigs.

The kitchen was the messiest place. It reeked of manure and must. More earwigs lurked in there too. There were tons of dishes in the sink looking moldy. How long have those even been in there? I thought, disgusted. “What do you use for plates and eating?” I asked, making a face.

Rayna hesitated. “Um, we usually just pick everything up with our hands,” she replied nonchalantly. “Or if we absolutely have to we use the two paper plates that we have. See, she doesn’t know how to wash dishes and she doesn’t have a dishwasher. And she thinks buying paper plates will hurt the environment so she only keeps two paper plates handy.” This life was sad. I immediately knew, the second I stepped in that house, that she couldn’t live there anymore. She led me to the least disgusting room of the house, her room.

“Pack your suitcase,” I declared. Then I whispered my plan in her ear and for the first time in a long time she smiled at me.

A little while later I called my mom telling her I’d be sleeping over at Rayna’s aunt’s house. Usually my mom is okay with everything so she said I could stay. At about ten o’clock, Rayna fell into a peaceful sleep. I forced my eyes open until I peeked under the door and saw Cecilia walking in her room across the hall. Deciding to wait twenty minutes for her to fall asleep, I got up from the floor and sat on Rayna’s bed. That was the only thing that comforted me in this house. It was probably the softest, most comfy bed ever.

I must have fallen asleep because my eyes bolted open and my body shook from being woken up. There was a slam of a door. My eyes glanced over at the clock. It was almost midnight. Rayna was still sleeping. Her light brown hair fell over her face and her thumb was nestled up against her cheek.

Cecilia interrupted my thoughts and she stomped back to bed. I tried waiting for her to go to sleep but she watched TV until almost one in the morning so I knew I had to get Rayna out of there no matter if her aunt was asleep or not.

Jumping off of her bed, I took her arm with me and tried yanking her out of bed. Her eyes fluttered open and she sat up, rubbing away the drowsiness from her eyes. “Get out of bed! We need to get out of here!” I whispered furiously. I pointed to the window in her room.

Hurriedly, she threw the rest of her clothes in her suitcase and zipped it up until it got stuck. “Help Airyn!” she screamed. Her hand went over her mouth and mine went down into the shape of an O. “Sorry!” she whispered to me. I ignored her and quietly cracked open the door. Suddenly, there in front of me was Aunt Cecilia. Up close, she looked more revolting than her house. Her two eyes were way too far apart. Her mouth was slanted down in an ugly frown that caused wrinkles around her muddy brown colored cheeks. A big black mole was place right above her bushy eyebrows. It was like a scary nightmare where a devilish woman stares down at you until you wake up screaming. It didn’t last more than ten seconds until she said something.

“Who. Are. You?” she rasped, sounding twenty years older than she actually is. Her got closer to mine- at that instant I backed away before vomiting. My stomach felt queasy as she walked in the room. As her feet gradually met the side of the bed, I doubled over, clutching my stomach. Her feet made crunching noises as she walked across the carpet. They were the most disgusting sounds I’d ever heard.

Rayna was hiding behind her big suitcase behind the bed. Cecilia eventually found her when she sneezed. She probably sneezed because it was so dusty and dirty back there. A strange look appeared on Cecilia’s face. “I’ll be right back in five minutes and you better not be here when I get back.” She stuck out a wrinkly finger at me and I could feel the blood drain from my face. She walked into the bathroom and slammed the door shut so hard we both flinched.

We both tiptoed past the bathroom to the front door with Rayna’s suit case dragging behind us. I opened the door as she raced through it and ran for the sidewalk. “Bye Rayna!” I yelled and then shut the door. We ran over to my house which was only a few blocks away.

Both of us got a good rest of night’s sleep and woke up at nine in the morning. We were woken up by the sound of the doorbell. “I got it!” Rayna yelled. Whenever she came to my house we acted like we were sisters and like she lived in my house with me and she loved to get the doorbell. And I let her because she really did feel like a sister to me.

I regretted letting her get the door because an ugly familiar face was at the door. “What are you doing here?!” Cecilia barked at her. She grabbed Rayna’s shoulder and pulled her out the door with her. Grabbing the door before Cecilia could slam it, I watched at Rayna glanced back at me, looking so miserable. Her t-shirt was choking her; Cecilia had Rayna by the back of her shirt. That was the last I saw of her for a while. She wasn’t even at school. It worried me really badly but I couldn’t risk going over there again. Not ever.

Reviews

[CarmenT]

Revolting, disgusting, repulsive? Yeah, Aunt Cecilia is all of those but read the next chapter and all of those disgusting thoughts about earwigs will go away.....

[Goodbye]

awwww!!! omg that was just... I can't say it, but it's really good :)