Partners in Crime

Cheating

So he cheated on me. Yes very duche baggy indeed. I did say he was polite, kind, and careful. But did you see the words smart, common sense, and loyal there? Nope, but that's a story for later because I just found three days ago and I'm a mess. Messier than your earphone cords.

Anyway here I am crying, wanting to die, hating him for not considering my feelings. Nocking on my door snapped me out of my flashbacks. Ugh, just leave me to die in this black hole I call a room. More nocking snapped me out of the last of my flashbacks. "Who is it?" I called out my voice sounding rough and muffled by my pillow. "It's dad" my head snapped up in surprise. Dad? He never came back here in less he wanted to lecture me. He was an awkward kind of guy. He usually just leaves me on my own, it was moms job to comfort me.

Clearing my voice I said "What do I owe the pleasure of you being near my life room, father?" I tried to make my voice sound British and elegant but just ended up making my voice squeak and crack. "Let me in Taylor." Great, if he sees this mess I'm a dead girl walking. Jumping off my bed quickly pulled up my covers and and put a pillow on top. " I'm quite sure I can hear you through the door dad" running around I threw my my cloths and everything else in my closet. " Yes but I would like to see your face" I detected growl in is voice, great now he's pissed. I ran over to my bedside table with my garbage can and wiped all my tissues and chewy bar rappers into the garbage. Setting the garbage can down I walked over to my dresser and pulled open a empty drawer. "I just don't see your point dad" running around my room I gathered up remaining items left anywhere. Taking several trips I dumped all them in a drawer. Shutting the drawer I heard his voice again. "ROBIN! Let me in!" I made a groan like so it seemed as if I was just getting out of bed. Going over to my closet I pulled out faded out jeans, a black tank top, and a cactus green army coat. While pulling up my pants I hollered "FINE! Just let me comb my hair and put on deodorant!" And I did just that, while chewing on a breath mint I ferbreezed my room. Setting down the ferbreeze I took out a brush and attempted to comb out my ratty hair. "30 seconds Robin!" When I felt satisfied that my hair was smooth and that my brush now own half of my hair, I went over to my bed stand and picked up my water bottle. Jogging back to the opposite side of the room I unlatched the window and pushed it up. Taking a giant gulp of water I swished and gurgled, then of course spit. Closing my window I set down my water bottle and checked the mirror, yep teeth look clean smell clean, really though they're probably filthy. Taking a final look around I dearly hoped he wouldn't look in the closet. Deep breath, ok. Unlocking my door I swung it open to see my dad standing there, all tense looking as if he was at gun point.

Of course he was almost always like that. My dad was probably the most awkward living person in Pennsylvania. When Dylan cheated on me you know what he did? My dad patted me on the back and said "Uh, you'll be ok kido." Like what! Who says that? His eyes flitted across my room and back to me. Surprise crossed his face. "Your room is actually... Uh may I come in?" Not moving from my stance in the doorway I said "I was actually reading a good book." He gave out small chuckle, his face gardens and he said " Robin you haven't been to the library in a week, I know when you have something to hide" Crap. He may be awkward, but this guy could sniff out my lies like a blood hound. Stepping by he pushed his way through the door and bumped my shoulder. Scoffing as he walked around the room I replied "That was rude." He turned around frowning and said " I was only returning the favor, it's rude to lie" I felt the blood rush to my cheeks but thankfully he turned around before he could see it. While he was looking around my drawers I noticed my white pillow was yellow in some spots, I also noticed that there's was a weird crust on the pillow too. My face wrinkled with disgust as I flipped the pillow over to the clean side. Eww, what did I do to that pillow? Grief really does suck. I was shaken out of my thoughts when my dad called my name again.

Looking up from my bed I saw my dad standing there with his arms crossed. He nodded his head in the direction of my dresser. "What would happen if I looked in your closet and found it to be an exact replica of your drawer?" I silently cursed myself for not hiding it better. My cheeks on fire I awkwardly just stood there. My dad uncrossed his muscular arms and sighed. Leaning against the dresser he said " You know I'm bad with feelings, but since you are dealing with grief I'll give you more time. Ok? I want it clean by the end of the week." If I thought I was blushing before than I was wrong, my face was a tomato now. Sheepishly I said "yeah, thanks." He turned to walk out of the room but he paused at the door "Oh and by the way, your mom wants to take you to Walmart. Shit, we have school. Oh yeah sorry for the language, but that's how I feel about school.