Two teenagers by the name of Erik Menendez and Ellie Garcia live under the roof of monsters undergoing abuse, assault, grief, and depression. They became each other's rock when life treats them unfairly. They are each other's lifeline, understanding...
I get up early to prepare the breakfast I have been waiting to make for Mark. He gave me a place to stay when I had nowhere else to go. He stayed with me even know I was stubborn as hell. He has been more of a dad these past months than my dad has been, and I can't thank him enough. In the kitchen, I whipped up eggs, bacon, and his favorite biscuits and gravy along with orange juice. I knock on his door, coming to inform him.
"Good morning! Breakfast is made for you."
He groans, peaking his eyes open. "Oh, how nice. I will eat it later." He responds with his morning voice. He stuffs his head in the pillow. "Goodnight." He says, signaling me to go with his hands.
"It's going to get cold, Mark."
He lifts his head. "That's where a microwave comes in handy."
I get annoyed, so I walk up to his bed, and I pull off his blanket, revealing his underwear.
"Oh gosh!" I say, covering my eyes with my hand.
He tosses his pillow at me and laughs. "Don't act like you haven't seen a person in their underwear before."
I turn around as he climbs out. He slides on his shorts that were from the ground, and we both make it to the table to our plates.
"What's the special occasion?"
I hand him the gift with the card inside. "You can open it after or before eating."
He laughs. "Who waits to open a present." He says, digging into it. His eyes grow wide. "Shit! Thanks, El! I had my eye on this leather jacket for a while now."
"There's a card."
He opens it, and after watching his eye move from sentence to sentence. He begins to tear up. "Oh, El... Thank you."
I smile, picking up my fork. "Let's eat."
I get up to refill half of my glass with orange juice. "Oh, and mark..." I say, sitting back down in the chair.
"Huh?" He says, taking the last bite of his biscuit.
"Person who cooks, the other person cleans."
He looks over to the sink full of dishes and rolls his eyes with a smile. "You turd."
"Well, I am going back to bed. Enjoy!" I say, leaving my plate on the table for a small laugh."
I have the alarm that wakes me up at 12:30. I hit the shower, so I don't seem like a hot mess for when I go meet Lyle and Erik. I made Lyle come all the way down here from school to hang out for a few hours. I got them something small for all they have done. I get out of the shower with a towel on my head and I walk down the hall to my room. It took me a while for it to call it my room. I get Into a tank top with shorts that show my pregnant belly. Today I am not covering it, and I am embracing this creation that my body made.
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