Life of Harlow

Tough

Harlow

I woke up the next morning to someone shaking me awake. I tried to cover myself with the blanket, but it was snatched away from me and I felt a chill.

"Go away," I groaned.

I turned and curled into a ball, grabbing the pillow for some type of warmth.

"Wake up, Harlow."

I froze hearing the voice and everything that happened last night flashed in my mind. Oh, fuck.

"Dad?"

I slowly opened my eyes, adjusting to the sunlight that was bleeding through the room. Slowly sitting up, there was my dad. I thought he and Mama Kenz weren't going to be back until this afternoon and we'd be cleaning majority of the day.

"In the flesh. Get up, get dressed, and be downstairs in 10. Long day ahead. No bullshit."

"Um, o-okay."

He stared at me momentarily before shaking his head and leaving, thankfully closing my door on his way out. I jumped up and got ready for the day. I was throwing on my hoodie when there was a hard knock on the door.

"Let's go, Harlow."

"Coming!"

I quickly made my bed and opened the door. Heading downstairs, I went to the kitchen. T was holding his head. He glanced over at me and I saw tears in his eyes. What the hell happened to him? Dad was nowhere to be found. Grandma was at the stove, making plates.

"Good morning," I grumbled.

Sitting down, grandma turned giving us both a smile.

"Morning, sweetheart. I made scrambled eggs, home fries, crispy bacon, and French toast. Eat up. You two will need plenty of fuel for the day. Now, would you like water, orange juice? Apple juice? Tea?"

"I'll take orange juice," I quickly replied.

She then looked to Trevor. She gave him a look and he straightened up in his seat. Oh shit, grandma is the one that had him nearly in tears.

"What about you, Trevor?" she sweetly asked.

"Um, I-I'll take orange juice as well. Thanks gran."

She nodded and grabbed the orange juice and two glasses, plus the syrup. She then made herself a plate and grandpa as well.

"Good morning," Grandpa greeted, entering the kitchen.

He was pretty casual dressed in jeans and sweater. I smiled as he moved towards grandma, hugging and kissing her. Affection was normal in this family and while it may gross other people out, I love how my family loves each other. The bar is set pretty high for whoever wants to be with me.

"Morning, honey. Harlow and Trevor, grab your plates and we'll sit together at the breakfast nook," Grandma commented.

Neither or us protested, grabbing our plates and doing as we were told. Dad was around here somewhere; he had to be. I didn't need to add disrespecting my grandparents to the list of offenses. Last time I did that, I got spanked.

Grandpa sat his and grandmas plates on the table. I then heard dad's voice coming our way. He looked and saw both of us eating. He sat down at the kitchen island, fully engrossed in his phone convo.