I knew what I was getting myself into when I told my mother about my arrival. Maybe, I thought she wouldn't hold her grudges and maybe she would've been different and actually accept my choices, but I knew it was too good to be true.
The upstairs level was dimmed enough to make way to the bedrooms. The lightly stained blue walls that always seemed ugly to me. At the end of hallway was my room that was across from Reggie's. I opened my door and walked into the small sized room with its lavender stained walls and plank wood flooring.
The room was still the way it was from my childhood days. In the corner of the room was a twin sized bed with light purple sheets and a dark purple comforter with two pillows stacked at the head rest. In front of me was a small window that overlooked the streets in front of our house that gives great sunlight in the mornings. To my right was a dark oak wood dresser that faced my bed containing little trinkets on top, still placed exactly how I left it.
I walk over to the dresser my hand grazing the trimming until I stopped. My eyes caught a picture frame placed face down as if someone never wanted to see the picture. I grab it and hold it in my hands looking down to see a happy family of four. I keep my eyes on the picture for a long time, taking in and remembering the moment as if it were yesterday. Mom probably came into my room at some point and didn't wish to see it. I place it face down again because the picture now pains me too.
Walking over to my bed and placing my suitcase on top. This was the part I dreaded most about trips, unpacking. Having to take everything out of the bag, sort through clothes, wash clothes if necessary, put them in the right spot and put other things away if needed. It's just too much. Maybe one day they'll invent something that takes the pain of unloading from your trips.
After two hours of unpacking and reorganizing my room, all belongings and clothes into their rightful places, I plopped onto the bed. Exhausted from the traveling and unpacking that slowly my eyes closed drifting me off to sleep.
A knock made me jump and yelp from the unexpected sound making my heart almost burst through my chest.
"It's Reggie." he informs, probably hearing me get startled.
"Come in." I mutter, rubbing my eye with the knuckle of my index finger.
He opens the door, peaking his head through before fully stepping in with a white steaming mug, "I brought you your favorite type of tea." holding the cup for me to see.
I give him a warm smile of gratitude, "Thank you," grabbing the cup from his hands and into mine feeling the warmth radiate against the palms of my hands, "You're the best." I admit knowing it would boost his ego.
"Oh, I know don't need to remind me." he teased, crossing his arms against his chest.
I took a sip of the tea letting the hot liquids devour down my throat in a soothing sensation. I noticed his appearance was a black turtleneck and dark grey dress pants.
"Look I know you don't really have taste in wardrobe, but why?" my hand gesturing up and down, "Where you off to?" I asked, placing my coffee mug on the nightstand next to me and going in full protective mode.
He gave a sigh as if he were trying to sneak off, "I have to meet with the crew right now."
I furrow my eyebrows, "What are you guys doing out this late?" I asked sternly, looking at the clock that hanged off the wall.
"Before I went to pick you up we were in a meeting, so we're picking up where we left off. I'll be back in the morning." he confirmed, yet it didn't ease my nerves.
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