𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐓 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐃𝐒 -ᴊ.ɢ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ-

𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐅𝐎𝐔𝐑

𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐈𝐍𝐆..brightly through my windows, casting a warm glow that illuminated every corner of my house. As I woke up that day, a surge of joy coursed through my veins, energizing me for the day ahead. I channeled that joy into cleaning, starting with my bedroom and then moving on to the kitchen. Before I knew it, I had tackled every nook and cranny, leaving my entire house sparkling clean. In that moment of clarity, a sense of accomplishment washed over me.

However, just as I was revelling in my clean and organized space, my phone began to ring, shattering the tranquility of the moment. Instantly, a wave of hesitation washed over me as I remembered the contents of the previous day, bringing a mix of emotions to the surface. With a mix of trepidation and curiosity, I gingerly picked up my phone, unsure of who might be on the other end. To my surprise, it was just an unknown number flashing on the screen. Relieved, I set the phone down and resumed my task of vacuuming the floors.

The monotonous hum of the vacuum provided a sense of solace as I immersed myself in the task at hand. However, my tranquility was short-lived once again as the phone rang, interrupting the peaceful atmosphere. Annoyance crept into my voice as I answered the call, "Hello?" I expected for a quick call, and just somebody saying they have the wrong number.

But I was wrong.

"Hey, y/n." When I heard his voice, it was tinged with a hint of timidity, making it difficult for me to immediately recognize who it was. But as I allowed my mind to wander for a few more minutes, a wave of realization washed over me. It was my dad on the other end of the line. In that moment, my heart sank and a whirlwind of emotions engulfed me. I couldn't help but feel upset, bewildered, and uncertain about why he would choose to call me at this particular time. It was as if a storm of thoughts and questions swirled in my mind, leaving me feeling lost and searching for answers.

"What do you want?" I questioned with a bitter tone, my frustration palpable in my voice. As he let out a weary sigh on the other end of the phone, I could sense a storm brewing. The loud rustling and the presence of patronizing voices in the background painted a vivid picture in my mind. It was a scene I knew all too well. It was there, in that moment, that I realized where he was. The realization hit me like a tidal wave, crashing over me with a mix of disappointment and resignation. All I wanted was to escape from the impending chaos. I yearned to salvage the remaining shreds of my day, and not get involved in his list of problems.

"Im In jail, and I need you to come get me," The way I clenched the phone in my hand said it all - frustration and disbelief washed over me. He knew darn well that I lived a solid six-hour drive away, yet he had the audacity to expect me to drop everything and come to his rescue. I plopped down on my couch, feeling the weight of the world on my shoulders, as I let out a heavy sigh. With my fingertips, I instinctively reached up and pinched the upper bridge of my nose, trying to alleviate the stress that was building up inside me. "You have to do this."

A surge of frustration and anger just takes over, and I'm on the verge of letting it all out. I mean, seriously, why should I go out of my way to help someone who has never lifted a finger for me? It's just so frustrating when people only show up when they need something, right? It's like they expect me to be there for them, but when I need them, they're nowhere to be found.

"Jail? Seriously?" I couldn't help but let a mischievous smile creep onto my face as I spoke those words. Deep down, there was a flicker of satisfaction in my heart. I mean, who could blame me? A few days behind bars might just be the wake-up call he needs, to learn some respect. After all, he's in jail for a reason, right? So, I made the conscious decision to not go and retrieve him, even though it wasn't exactly a difficult choice. Sometimes, it's important to let people face the consequences of their actions. "You can rot in there for all I care."

Letting out a sigh, I pressed the end call button, feeling more then just frustrated at that point. The weight of the situation lingered in the air, but there was still work to be done. Determined to finish what I had started, I mustered up the last remnants of my energy and went back into the cleaning. As I scrubbed and tidied, my mind couldn't help but wander to the upcoming respite that awaited me in my room. Just as I was about to retreat to the sanctuary of my personal space, a sudden knock on the door shattered the peace of the moment. "Great," I muttered, my weariness amplified by this unexpected interruption.

With a mix of curiosity and reluctance, I made my way towards the door, each step feeling heavier than the last. "Hey, I just wanted to check up on you since yesterday- was well, hectic," I nodded and I opened the door wider, making room for him to come in. His eyes peered around as he looked astonished by how clean it was. "It's shiny in here." He let out a bubbly laugh and I let one out as well. He strolled to the living room and sat down.

I went over to the living room feeling a bit nervous since yesterday I showed him a level of vulnerability that I haven't shown anyone. I had sat down across from him, and we stared at each other for a few seconds, I couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking. It suddenly had clicked in my mind that he must be waiting for me to say something or respond to his worries. "I'm doing a lot better then yesterday." Not long after I yawned, my body feeling tired and worn out from the work I did today.

"Tired?" I shook my head as my eyes were half open trying to stay awake for the conversation. "I also wanted to come here and talk to you more about yesterday. I had talked to Evan and I made sure he never comes around you again. It was an asshole move what he did and I'm sorry you had to suffer with his behaviour. I'm here for you, you know that right? You don't have to hide around me. We're friends."

'Yeah, friends..' a sense of longing had overcame me, and it was so strong that I sat up and pretended to be really tired. "I'm feeling really tired from cleaning, I'll talk to you tomorrow though." Taking the hint he got up, I walked him to the door, and I watched him pull out of the driveway. A had my back pressed against the door, and I slid down feeling empty.

Six days left,

I don't want to keep feeling like this.