𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄

Rough Mornings

I felt a boot nudge me awake, before the pungent smell of cannabis immediately flooded my airway.

"Yo, get up." I heard a voice say before nudging me again. "Jules, actually get the fuck up."

I dug my head into the pillow I was using—adjusting my body as I laid on the carpeted floor in the basement.

"Oh my god," The voice murmured. "Julia, get your ass up."
  The boot nudged me again.

I'm not really a morning person, I never have been;never will be. Not to mention I don't enjoy being fucked with, or touched first thing in the morning.

I quickly turned around, glaring at Danny as I threw my pillow at him.
"Oh my fucking god! What?! What on earth do you want Daniel?" I spoke irritably, forcing myself into a sitting position.

I guess the smell of the marijuana finally registered when I sat up. That only irritated me more.

"Jesus Christ, Daniel!" I looked up at him wide-eyed, "You reek of that shit," I turned to look up at a clock hanging on the wall. "It's 10 in the goddamn morning!" I scoffed out in disbelief , rubbing the bridge of my nose between two fingers.

Danny only rolled his eyes at me as a response—running a hand through his hair.
"The fat prick wants you up."

'Fat prick' was what Danny called our dad.

"Says he wants to talk to you about somethin' , I dunno, man." Danny shrugged, wiping his face with his hand.

"Alright, alright. I'll be up in a sec.." I waved Daniel off, watching him walk up the stairs that lead out of the basement.
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I quickly pulled myself off the ground of the basement, stretching my arms the second I stood up.
I made my way over to the broken dresser I stored my clothes in—rummaging through it to find something clean. Slipping on a pair of dark brown Wrangler jeans, and an olive colored button up.
Grabbing the hair brush left on-top of said dresser, and trying to brush out the knots.

I walked into the living room—a ponytail holder in my mouth as I grabbed a chunk of my frizzed out curls, pulling it into a low braid.

"Mornin' sweetheart." My dad began, setting down the newspaper he had been reading.

I couldn't help but roll my eyes at him, he never used to call me anything besides my name. Quite frankly I preferred it that way.
"Morning Román.." I nodded my head—tying the ponytail around the bottom of the braid.

"You should show your father some respect, it's disrespectful to call him by his first name." Anna started off, making her way to sit on the arm of the chair my dad sat in.

"Oh totally! I mean your kids respect you so much..afterall, it's sooo 'respectful' for Micheal to call you every swear word possible." I wanted to say that to her, but I didn't. Instead I just rolled my eyes and nodded at her.

I leaned against the back of the couch, watching over Micheals shoulder as he read some stupid comic book.

"So, Julia ..," Dad spoke up again—drawing my attention back over to him.

"Hm..?"

"Anna and I were thinking.., and we thought it'd be a great bonding opportunity for you two to go out and get lunch or maybe even do some shopping."
He spoke so enthusiastically it disgusted me, my father knew I couldn't stand to be around Anna for more than needed.

"I'm good." I spoke blatantly, slowly pushing myself off against the couch.

I could hear Micheal chuckle at my response.

I honestly couldn't care less if I hurt Anna's feelings or something. I don't like her, and I never will.

I went right back down into the basement; where I would stay until I decided otherwise.

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Author's Note;

I know this isn't really good, and it's kinda uneventful—I'm sorry. But that's what it's  gonna be like for at least a couple more chapters before the story actually starts to unravel..