𝐎𝐏𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐒 - 𝐄𝐃𝐃𝐈𝐄 𝐌𝐔𝐍𝐒𝐎𝐍

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐍𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐌𝐀𝐑𝐄𝐒 𝐊𝐄𝐄𝐏 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐀𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄

𝗪𝗔𝗥𝗡𝗜𝗡𝗚: 𝗠𝗔𝗧𝗨𝗥𝗘 𝗟𝗔𝗡𝗚𝗨𝗔𝗚𝗘

𝙺𝙸𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁𝙻𝚈 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙳𝚈

My eyes squinted to see through the light shining from the window of my house. I put up my arm too block some of it out, hoping to see what it was making it radiate so much.

"Kimberly.." a voice called out to me, coming from the door way to my home. I took a step forward at the bottom of my driveway, closing in on the figure stood waiting for me.

"Kimberly.." the voice called again, but more harsher this time. With three more steps towards them, I saw the outline of the figure.

"Kimberly!" I was forced awake, being shook by Steve who looked worried when our eyes met.

"What the fuck do you want?" I asked him croakily, rolling over onto my side and hiding my head under the covers.

"I've come to take you to school." He said with a hint of dissatisfaction, most likely at my tone of voice.

"Why? Kathleen is taking me today." I mumbled, remembering today was Friday meaning it was the start of winter break.

"She's not well. Barb told me to pick you up." He replied, still crouched down besides my bed and talking to my back. I huffed, throwing the covers off me and throwing my legs over the side that Steve wasn't at.

"Fine, but at least give me some privacy." I groaned, stretching away all the sleepiness from my sleepless night. I heard his footsteps depart and my door close.

I quickly hopped back into bed and wrapped my self up, hoping for 10 more minutes of sleep, but Steve barged back through the door and ripped the quilt off of me, making me yell out as the cold air hit my skin.

"You do this every time, Kim!" He exclaimed with a stifled laugh, watching as I curled up into a ball to try and radiate some heat.

"No! Steve, please!" I begged, moaning as I really didn't want to get ready.

"No. Get up, we're leaving in 15 minutes." He said back, taking my covers down stairs with him.

"15 minutes?!" I yelled to him from my room, being ignored. "Stupid dick." I whispered under my breath, standing up and walking to the bathroom. "Fuck you, Kathleen." I said to myself once I was in the hallway from my room to the bathroom.

As I was sat in the toilet brushing my teeth, I could hear Steve and my dad chatting and laughing like it wasn't almost 8am. I rolled my eyes and flushed the toilet, putting my toothbrush back in the holder and speed walking back to my room, shoving on my cheer uniform.

"Kimberly! Are you almost done hon?!" My dad called up to me.

"Yeah! Just brushing my hair!" I yelled back down to him. I took my hair out of its bobble and brushed it rapidly, wincing as I swept out the knots. Today was the last game of the season meaning I would have to braid my hair for it, so I shoved it up into a messy bun knowing there was no point making it neat just to be ruined in a couple of hours.

I grabbed a few books and a pre rolled joint from the box under my bed with a lighter before leaving my room and finding Steve eating a whole plate of pancakes at the kitchen counter.

"Ooh, pancakes!" I said with delight, going to snatch one from his plate. He smacked my hand away and shielded the plate from me. "Uh, Steve! Let me have one!" I tried to worm my way around him to the food, but he began to shove them all in his mouth at once. I stood and stared in shock, not believing what I had just witnessed.