𝐑𝐄𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 [𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐔𝐄𝐃]

𝙵𝚒𝚟𝚎:

[excuse any mistakes]

THE SULLACE RESIDENCE
    Columbia, South Carolina
-4:49 am-

| Everett |

I yawned and stretched getting out of bed.

I looked over at the clock on my nightstand and gasped.

It was around five am. That means I slept the entire day away.

I pulled my hands down my face. I cannot believe I did that.

I guess my body needed more rest than I initially thought.

I began looking for my phone in my bed, but I sighed when I remembered it was downstairs.

I gathered all my necessities for my shower and made my way to the bathroom.

Let me put you on that Olay it's the truth.

I stepped into my shower and began lathering my body with soap.

Since I didn't have my phone I would have to improvise with my music.

I began singing and rapping to the best of my abilities.

Forty-five minutes and at least thirty half-sung songs later I was stepping out.

I don't know about anyone else, but sometimes whenever I'm feeling down all I need is a nice hot relaxing shower.

I don't know something about a nice shower just snatches me up.

It just grasps hold of me. I walked to my closet and decided on something chill to wear today.

I wasn't trying to do too much, so I grabbed an orange tracksuit and my black and orange Jordans.

I pulled my hat over my head and began making my way toward my room door.

Of course, Mom and Dad weren't here per usual.

They might as well just say that this is my house and they just visit here from time to time.

With Mom working a new schedule it seems like she just comes home to visit.

Most days she's in very late and out very early, so we don't really have much of a relationship.

The same goes for my father, he's hours away on a business trip and he's never home.

I'm starting to think he has a different family because there's just no way that he has been on a business trip for over three months.

Three weeks? It's understandable. But three months? That was a red flag.

I know my dad loves us, but lately, anything seems possible.

I reach the bottom of the stairs and make my way to the living room.

Sitting right there on the couch with my phone. Thankfully it was connected to a charger.

I hate waking up to a dead phone even though I don't have anyone to text in particular I still don't like my phone being dead.

I was trying to decide whether or not I wanted to hit up Ivy to see what her plans were, but I decided not to.

She's probably busy anyways. I shouldn't even be talking to her considering the fact that she hasn't made it up to me.

But that's how it always was; that's how we always were.

I would always end up getting mad at her over the way she treats me .