"Matthew!" I shouted from upstairs. I couldn't believe what I was looking at. How could such an innocent little boy create this. This...monster. I was beyond angry even though I knew he couldn't help it. I had too look away before puking. "WHAT DID YOU DO!?"
Matt looked down at the toilet, even though he was autistic, he was a boy, and had a slight smirk on his face. "What?" He asked innocently.
"Why didn't you flush! Matt, I don't want to see your digested food when I go to the bathroom, and why did you use mine instead of yours!?" His greenish-blue eyes sparkled at that question.
"I didn't want to get mine smelly." He said and then ran away from me. I was mad at him, but the cute shy voice he used made me smile, I chased after him. I caught up to him by the time he went into his room. I spun him around hearing the laughter roar from him. I started tickling him right where his ticklish spot was. The tummy and the armpits.
I know, I am a jerk. I absolutely cant stand being tickled, for me it is a mixture of hurting, laughing, and crying. Its just too much all at once. Once we both settled down I got down to business.
"Matt. Okay I don't really want you to be using my bathroom unless it is an emergency. Okay buddy?" He nodded his head in understanding "Also, when you use the bathroom, whether you poop or pee, you always flush. Always. No exceptions. Okay? So go back to my room and flush the toilet." He said okay and ran to my room, I could here the flushing of the toilet, then small footprints getting closer.
He jumped onto the bed all ready in his elephant pajamas in which he changed into after his bath. It was 8 o'clock, and time for bed for him. I lifted the sheet up for him to get into, then I laid it gently back over him. I started tucking him in, mummy style. I laughed when I noticed he wasn't moving from it being too tight. I loosened the blankets, and grabbed a book off his night stand.
My eyes landed on Clifford the Big Red Dog, I couldn't remember the last time I read that one to him, so I opened it up and read him the story. As the story was almost over I noticed him almost drifting off. I quietly closed the book, and knelt next to the bed, my hands were folded on top of the comforter. I said our goodnight prayers, kissed his forehead, turned off the lamp, and walked out.
Mom should probably be home in an hour or so, so I figured I would take this time and listen to some music. I changed my clothes into a pair of sweat pants and an over sized t-shirt. I took off my make up, and contacts. I placed my glasses onto my face, put in the headphones and grabbed the latest book I was reading.
Tilt is what it is called, Ellen Hopkins wrote it. Of all the stories I have read by her, this one might be my favorite. It is raw, deep, and true. Her stories put you into several of the character's shoes and you experience all the struggles that they face and overcome. Truly inspiring, and sadly addicting.
I have trouble putting the book down long enough for me to go to school, let alone when I am reading at night, I have to force myself to sleep.
Many people don't know this about me; I love to read, I am a bookworm. Not even my best friends know how much I read, only Markus knew and at that time he didn't judge me. He thought it was cool, but I know my friends well enough to know that it would lower my reputation. It was bad enough having to deal with boyfriend cheating and becoming a dad. I did not need anything else to ruin it. Not like popularity is a big concern in my mind, but like almost everyone, you don't want people talking about you behind your back. All thoughts went away when I went back to reading, right now I was Harley. The girl who was being used. I can truly relate to her.
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"Kiss me." Ryland said while cupping my cheeks in his hands. We were in the middle of the school parking lot for goodness sakes, but his lips looked so inviting. I was speechless and lost in his eyes. The bad boy that I hit with a door wants to kiss me? He is a jerk, and he thinks he can do whatever he wants. Oh you wait and see Ryland, you don't control me and before I could finish my thought our lips were touching ever so lightly but sweet. The kiss was perfect. We pulled away from each other gazing into each others eyes like we were the only two people in the world "Perfect."
"I know." I replied kinda breathless. Perfect was what it truly was.
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I woke up breathless, and my palms sweaty. Did I seriously just dream about kissing Ryland?The guy who lives up to the rumors around school. Wow. I shouldn't have ate those chocolate kisses before laying down. Why did I have a good dream about him, it should have been a night mare, you would think it would be.
I re-situated myself and went back to reading Tilt, trying to get that dream out of my head. Even though it was just a dream, I had butterflies even thinking about it.
Almost two hours past until I heard the front door open and quietly shut. I went downstairs to ask my mom about her day, but when I got closer too her I noticed she was drunk. Lately, that is all she has been doing. I sighed, and helped her take off her coat. After I hung it up, she made her way to the couch while managing bumping into all the furniture in her way. I grabbed a water and an Advil.
"Here. Take this." I said and handed her the items. She took them, and almost instantly passed out. She must have had more than usual. Normally I can get her into her room before she falls asleep. Many times I also have to deal with her rude comments about my dad and me.
I took off her heels, unclipped her hair, and wrapped a blanket around her. "Night mom." I whispered and kissed her forehead. Even though at times I did not like her, I still appreciated her. She is my mom, and has been through so much. I dont care if she vents while she is drunk. We all need too somehow. I vent by reading and drawing, hers can be more violent though.
I went back into the kitchen to put away the glass, but suddenly got the craving for ice cream. 'I hate being a girl' I sighed and opened the freezer. My eyes gazed the freezer till I saw the chocolaty delight. Yum, if they say that heaven was better then this, well I cant wait till I die.
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hope you enjoyed! next chapter Ryland is in it a lot! finally getting into the love partt!
