𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐑𝐔𝐓𝐇.

nine.

𝐤𝐚𝐜𝐢𝐞 𝐣. 𝐬𝐚𝐦𝐮𝐞𝐥𝐬
𝙽𝙾𝚅𝙴𝙼𝙱𝙴𝚁 || 𝙱𝙰𝚃𝙾𝙽 𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙴, 𝙻𝙰.
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       I laid in my bed under the covers as Neno sat on the edge of my bed, yelling at the video game he had hooked up to my tv. I had been sleep pretty much the entire time he was here, he made me hella sleepy and I don't know why.

I yawned and he immediately turned the game off.

"Did I wake you up? My bad if I did.."

"You were loud as hell, but nah you didn't." I sat up.

"You been sleep this whole time. You cool?" He asked me and I just nodded, using my fingers as a comb to fix my hair.

It was a lot going on to be honest. My dad still wasn't talking to me because of the Kha situation and my mother was still rotting her life away. I had come to terms with the fact that my mother was just going to lay there and die, but my father not talking to me really bothered me.

We always had a close relationship and never gave each other the silent treatment, ever in my seventeen years of living.

"I'm cool, it's just some family shit."

"I know all about chaotic family shit. You wanna talk?"

"I mean, it's just my mother. Then my dad got mad at me because I was smoking in here with Kha—"

"Pause, you smoke?" He looked shocked as hell.

"Yes.."

I've only done it twice in my life so..

"My fault continue yo' story."

"So that was the day before we went to the aquarium when that all went down. Then, when I got back home he took my door off the hinges and went through my dressers to check and make sure I didn't have anymore weed." I sighed.

Even though I had a close relationship with my parents their entire life they had been strict. But they had never done anything like take my door off, go through my personal shit. They were more so strict on my grades and making sure that my head was on straight. So what my dad had done really angered me.

"What the hell? Did he say anything to you when you got home?"

"Nothing at all, he won't talk to me. And I have a really close relationship with my dad usually so this is hurting me. Then my mom is still just in her room dying." I shrugged.

"Not to defend him or make it sound like he's doing the right thing, but he might be acting different because of your mom too. If her behavior is affecting you how do you think he feels about it?"

"He's a grown ass man though. He probably feels the same way that I do but he doesn't get to act out and change up on me because he's hurt. That's for teenagers, he's pushing fifty."

"That's true, I don't know what to tell you. It'll pass and he'll realize what he did was wrong and apologize to you." He hugged me.

"You smell good today, this not the perfume from last time what is this?" He sniffed my neck causing me to push him playfully.

"I don't have nothing on but cocoa butter."