The bad boy (Taylor Caniff fan fic)

Everything is not Okay

The ray of light that shines through my window hits me, I groan bringing the pillow up to cover my eyes.

I smell the familiar scent of my moms pancakes floating in the air, I slowly bring the blanket off of me, swinging my legs over the bed.

I felt my body protesting, telling me I needed more sleep.

Last night was a very sleepless night, I had a bunch of nightmares that all consisted of the same dream, but it wasn't a dream.

It happened.

It had happened before, and it still haunts me knowing that it was my fault.

I shake the thought from my head, pushing it in the way back of my mind. As far as it could go.

I throw on an over sized hoodie that used to belong to my dad before he passed away.

I cringed as the memory came back again.

I again pushed it to the back of my mind, trying to think about anything but that.

I ran down the stairs hitting the last step with a thud, and I felt myself start to fall forward.

I let out a screech before I fell on my face.

Groaning I picked myself up, turning to glare at the last step.

"If you were a person, you'd be dead" I say through gritted teeth.

"Hunny stop talking to the stairs and come eat!" My mom yelled from the kitchen .

I sighed as I walked through the hallway.

I winced when my pinky toe came into contact with a stool that I forgot was there.

"Ow, ow, ow" I cried holding my foot in my hand, hopping around like a crazy person.

My mom came out and laughed.

Can you believe that? She laughed!

I glared at her and the smile slowly dropped off her face, but the way her lips twitched you could tell she was trying to hold one back.

"Today is not your day, is it sweetie?" She asked with a small smile starting to grow on her lips.

"No it isn't" I groan as she pulls me toward the kitchen.

"Good thing I have some pancakes ready for you" She smiles.

Thats what I love about my mom, she smiles even when there is nothing to smile about, her smile reaches her eyes and the way it sparkles is so beautiful. I look nothing like my mom, her hair is a dirty blonde hair and hazel eyes. She has a small petite figure with only a few wrinkles making her look younger than her actual age. She was a natural color, she didn't have the tan I have but she wasn't pale either.