I head downstairs to talk to my mother. Her eyes don't leave the screen as I approach her later out on the reclined chair.
"Hey mom what time does the bus come tomorrow "?
She looks annoyed
"8:45"
I smile and thank her but she doesn't seem to notice. I creep to the main bedroom downstairs to check on my father who's knocked out on xanx or some kind of downer in the bed and I assume he has lied there since before I went to school that morning. When I say this you may think my father is a bum or working a low end job but no. My father was a, is a decorated police officer. His drug habit wouldn't be found out til I wasn't until my 20s and even this year he receives a medal from the president for being a first responder to a shooting incident in a local supermarket. Funny how you can be the hero and a villain at the same time. To my mother he was the anti-Christ. She's a born again Christian and fighting for her spot on the leaders pole everyday in our everybody talks culdesac . My mother felt alone but I couldn't see black and white like her and maybe it was my own emotions but I couldn't see my father as more than morally grey. I know she felt misunderstood but so did I. Opening old wounds would only distract me at this point so I made my way.
Upstairs I grab a towel from the hallway closet and head to the bathroom to shower. The shower almost cemented that this was real for me. There was no way a dream could replicate the feeling of the dripping water or the cold air hitting my body as I exited the showers confines. And no dream could make me feel the same pathetic way once my mom saw me wrapped up in the towel heading to my room.
"You shouldn't leave the bathroom like that when your fathers home"
My breath catches in my throat and I choose to leave her the same treatment she gave me. I chose to ignore it.
I chose to blow dry my hair that evening feeling sick and unable to sleep. After straightening my hair and applying a moisturizer I laid in bed staring at the ceiling and praying to be back to my old self when I woke up. A girl can dream.
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Loves Wish
RomanceJane Fleming is an unmotivated, people-pleasing, job-hopping flop. where did it all go wrong? Old feelings realized and life altering events force her to change. But is it too late to change for the better? Maybe in this universe♥️ This story promis...
