♥ Sugar Rush ~ {Eye - Candy Part Two }~(Fan-fiction)♥

Kizza picked up the straightener, running it miserable through her hair.1

Why couldn't Sugar be a little less egotistical? Why did it always, always have to be about sex? Could they not just go down to the DJ Club to dance? And why did she always end up being the doormat?2

As she dragged the heated prongs through her Chocolate locks, she looked into the mirror seeing her hair reappear straight, and not just straight: her hair was shimmering in the light, enhancing her envious gems.3

“You have go to be fucking kidding me,” she said quickening the strokes through her hair.4

In the background the door opened. A tall, scruffy, man shut the door carefully, closing it quietly behind him.5

“Fucking piece of shit,” Kizza swore, smiling, extremely annoyed with the situation. It was Mirthy's law, either that or the universe was surely out to get her. 6

“Kim?” the man said softly, though loud enough for her to hear him over her swearing.7

Kizza, who had not heard her father come into her room jumped in her skin, the hairs on her neck crawling like little, marching ants in the grass. She dropped the hair straightener in fright, throwing it half-way across the bathroom floor: once again, she was agitated. 8

“Nathan,” she cried again, whirling around. Her hair sticking to her face, causing her eyes to twitch. Making her look as if she was having a fit.9

She waved her arms around, swishing and brushing the the hair out of her eyes and growled, seeing her father sitting on the end of her bed.10

“What are you doing?” she asked finally seeing clearly. Tears readily forming tiny beads of desperation in her eyes.11

“I-I'm sorry Kim,” he murmured. “I did not mean to scare you.”12

Kizza scowled, walking over to her bed.13

“Well you did and you still haven't answered my question. What are you doing here?”14

Nathan twitched nervously, looking around his daughters bedroom.15

“I saw Sugar waling down the stairs, or rather stomping and she didn't looked to pleased. I wondered if things were going all right with you two?”16

Kizza's eyes narrowed at her fathers nosiness.17

She knew he meant well, it was in his personality. He never meant to invade in their privacy, but he was human and was overly curious; unlike her mother who would only be interested in stirring the pot and intimidating her or worse blackmailing her. But this was no time for her fathers “good Samaritan” personality. 18

For Kizza was half a second away from sticking her head in the bathtub, taking the straightener in with her and switching the on button.19

“Yeah, we are fine,” she lied, knowing that Nathan could see right through it. “She's just a bit anxious thats all.” she paused. “ What are you doing up at this hour anyway?” Did sugar wake you?”20

Nathan shook his shaggy, Black, hair.21

“No Stella did. Her friend was in trouble so she had to go and see to it that she was all right.”22

“And you didn't go with her?” Kizza asked automatically assuming the worst of her mother.23

Nathan shook his head again.24

“Matt is still asleep, like we all should be and your mother said she would be fine by herslef. So I respect her wishes.25

Kizza shook her head. Believing that her mother would try and pull such a stunt saddened her. It angered her that her father had fallen once again for her blatant, selfish, self-absorbed, lies. 26

Although her heart yearned to tell her father the truth she could not bare to see him a crippled mess not again, not after the last time he had found out her devious secret. One that nearly tore their family apart and not now, when things looked to be getting back on track.27

“Well that's probably a good thing,” she said sympathetically, trying hard to keep her thoughts to herself. Her tongue feeling like it had been snipped with a pair of pliers as she bit it hard. Forcing no words to escape her lips.28

Nathan smiled, thanking his daughter.29

“So are you going out as well then? He asked attempting to stand up ince again. Willing to give his daughter the privacy she needed.30

Kizza shrugged, honestly having no idea whatsoever what she was going to do.31

“I don't know. I might just call it a night,” she said solemnly, taking a seat beside her father. Her head falling on his shoulder. 32

He smiled, feeling at ease with his daughters, comforting, affection.33

“It's not going so well,” she admitted, tears budding and trickling down her cheeks and chin.34

Nathan tilted her head towards his.35

“With sugar,” he asked stupidly.36

Kizza nodded, wiping her tears.37

“Yes, sugar” she stated the obvious, pulling herself away from his shoulder. Regaining her composure, getting over her emotions. “I'm sick of being her doormat.”38

Nathan sighed, embracing his daughter in a comforting hug.39

“If it is one thing I have learned, it is not to let people walk all over you. Like your mother did to me.”40

Kizza's eyes widened. The thought of her father's advice, being slightly ironic. Here he was telling her not to let anyone walk over her, when he himself did exactly that. 41

Then as the thought stirred, she suddenly came to realize that Sugar was not all that different from her mother. That Sugar was the same way with men. It was all about her and never once had she tried to help her in any way, shape or form: regarding men, dating and sex. Not that it mattered in the end, for the truth of the matter was she was not interested in men: she only had her heart set on Sugar.42

Though Sugar would never see that. She would never see past her own inclinations.43

“Thanks dad,”Kizza whispered as Nathan stood up once more. This time patting her on the shoulder.44

“It's not a problem Kim. I am here for you anytime, I hope you know that.”45

Kizza smiled, standing up beside Nathan.46

“Well I might go and finish straightening my hair. No use doing a half-ass-job now is there?” she asked rhetorically. 47

Nathan shook his head, walking towards the door. Pausing as he twisted the knob.48

“Goodnight Kim,” Nathan whispered, opening the door.49

“Goodnight Nathan,” she said watching her father close the door behind him.50

Kizza closed her eyes, laying back in her bed. Her hair once again sticking to her face.51

“Oh Sugar what are you doing to yourself? Why can't you open your eyes and see me?”52