the him of hers

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Kambrea

The worst sound to ever be created began echoing in my ears and filling my silent room with sound. A fucking alarm clock.

I hit it aggressively to shut it up and shifted my body back in my bed. Trying to get my last few minutes of morning rest in before I had to get up and get ready to go to the place that was basically hell. High school.

"Brea! It's morning time hot cakes. I also made hot cakes! For my hot cakes!" My mother burst into the room with a loud sing song tone in her voice, ruining my resting plan.

I opened my eyes just a little bit. The light stung them like I was a damn vampire.

I saw my mother wearing a long white shift dress with a green crystal necklace as she twirled around the room with her hands in the air. Her beautiful features stood out this early morning on her natural face. She wore her pretty blonde hair held back by a hair clip.

"Mom I'm awfully sick, would you respect my wishes and let me stay home today?" I faked my statement so dramatically by saying it in a baby voice. I had my methods.

"Kambrea darling, I'm not a damn fool. The heavens are telling that you're faking right now. Come on." She danced over to my bed and leaned on her toes to give me a kiss on the cheek. "Get up!" Then she snatched the covers off of me. Exposing the cold air to my skin. I only wore a T shirt and underwear. "Braylen's gonna eat the food!" She ran out of the room, probably going to bother my brother.

I loved my mom with every piece of my cold heart, as vulgar people would call it. We had our ups and down just like any family would, but she put our love first through it all. Always encouraging her kids and giving advice from the "gods."

She was a spiritual woman. From the moment our father left us and she had to take full responsibility of both parents' roles, she always used her unique mindset to raise us. Her personality was so full of positivity, creativity, affection, and so many more big ass words. Yet, she knew how to discipline and could be mean. Like monster mean. Balance, am I right.

"Mom!" I heard Braylen's angry morning voice down the hall. My mom must have been giving him that same energetic morning greeting as well.

I surrendered and allowed my body to move out of the bed. Moving so much on its own that I ended up hitting the floor. Face first. I groaned and hit the floor with my fist.

My head moved up to my guitars first. Then around to the rest of my room filled with so many things that I loved. My instruments being the main one. I looked at my messy, high bed that didn't have my body in it anymore and put my face back onto the floor.

"Hey, put your ass cheeks up. Mom said get the fuck up you lazy fuck."

I lifted my head off of the floor again to see the face that came with this annoying voice. Braylen was standing in the door brushing his teeth, with a skateboard in his free hand.

"It's a little too early to be having your creepy love obsessions with those lame ass skateboards. Don't you think, dick face?" He threw his middle finger up and walked away.

"I'm working late today. Cover the dishes for me!" He yelled down the hallway.

This made my body move up and off of the ground and before I knew it I was in the hallway. He had me completely fucked up.