I love the rain.
But today , today was different. Today was the day I had to move in with my dad , a man who I haven't seen since I was 5, because my mom was in rehab for cocaine addition , and the treatment would last a year . She always had 2 sides to her . A kind loving woman , who was into her daughter's feelings, and then she had a monstrous, drug addict, alcoholic , treated her daughter like shit moment . Which that side was way more common than the other side.
I press my cheek against the cold seatbelt in my dad's Toyota Camry , rain falling left and right . The drive was silent , I had my Beats in listening to music. Then , I felt a tap on my shoulder . I turn my head and it's my dad, with one hand on the wheel .
" You start school on Thursday , so tomorrow we'll get school supplies and stuff . I took the day off from work, so we can shop and get whatever you want " he smiled .
" Okay " I simply responded. I missed my friends , the same 4 friends that I actually call friends , but mostly my best-friend , Ava. She treated me like I was the best person in the world. I felt another tap on my shoulder.
I turned my head again.
"We're almost there Chrissy . I have a surprise for you tomorrow " He said , excitedly.
I nodded my head .
" You're not excited ?" He responded, tickling my arm, causing me to smile a little . My dad had big hands . He was 6'4, Puerto-Rican and black man , but he looked like just a brown skin black man with curly hair , like 3B curly hair . He worked as a " Petroleum engineer" which I think meant he searches for oil or something like that . Compared to my mom , who had a bachelors in finance , her job was an accountant but she recently got fired due to drug addiction being put on her record after getting a physical done .
I look as the rain falls , the soothing sound of not just my music , but the rain falling , calming me down .
The next thing I know , my dad turned into the garage of a medium sized blue house with a black roof and a white door . He stopped the car , and sighed , his hands on his lap .
" Alright . We're here " He said , before opening his door and stepping out . Before he could jog over to open mine , I opened mine and stepped out of the car , the movers already moved my stuff into his house the day before . My dad opened the door in the garage that led by the fridge in the kitchen .
" Alright . Uh, your stuffs upstairs , by the way you have your own bathroom Do you think you'll need help ??" He asked , rubbing the back of his neck .
" No , it's fine Zion" I said .
" It's dad to you young one" He snapped .
" and it's Crystal to you , not Chrissy " I snapped back before walking away . I stopped shortly after . I didn't know where my room was . I turned back , to find my dad laughing at me for looking so stupid . I rolled my eyes , and he led me to my bedroom. It was bigger than the one at mom's , but crowded with boxes . The only thing set up was my bed , a vanity set ,my dresser and a desk . The walls were an azure blue , which was nice because I loved azure , it was my favorite color . My bedroom also had a door that led to my bathroom . My bathroom was plain with white towels , and .... White everything .
I set my phone , beats , and my backpack suitcase I took with me next to my vanity set and got right to work . It was currently 6:25 pm . Hours of unloading boxes , and designing , and unloading , and designing , my dad bought Chinese food , but I wasn't hungry . But after what felt like years ,I was finally done . I finished at around 1:05 AM . My bedroom fully decorated with things I liked , and my bathroom filled with curly hair products , and toiletries , all neat and organized , which I knew wasn't going to stay like that .
I felt myself almost unable to stand due to fatigue , so I quickly striped into my Miami shirt , and my plaid pants before swan diving in my bed , my pillows on the bed felt like a piece of cotton candy . And I haven't eaten cotton candy in ages .
I tuck myself in , and lie on my stomach , closing my eyes .
