Scrambled

Chapter 5; Aaron

Parker and I hugged for what felt like a life time. It was just so comforting, at least for me in anyway. He kept whispering 'I'm so sorry' over and over again. That he was so sorry all of this happened to me and so sorry that I'd gotten hurt. But I just drowned it all out... After our hug (I'd always been a hugger) we headed over to his car. Now he had a big truck so it was difficult to climb in at first but I used the seat belt to help me and it all worked out I guess.

"So how was the game?" I asked trying to make small talk.

"Uh besides almost having a heart attack about your health, it was fine! We ended up winning in a last five second field goal and Amanda and I straightened things out so overall it was pretty good." He said, talking extra fast when he got to the Amanda part.

"Huh.. Well glad everything worked out for you." I mumbled. I then layed my head on his lap and stretched my legs and now broken foot. Ugh. Today was literally the worst day in the history of days. And now I was glad that it was almost over. All I had to do was go home and go to sleep. We rode in silence for the rest of the way. When I felt the car ease to a stop I sat up and fumbled for my bag. "Thanks. For like everything today P." I said my hand on the door handle.

"Your welcome Noah. I really am sorry all this crap happened. I'll be here tomorrow morning to pick you up.. Don't worry about breakfast." I nodded and hopped down from his monster truck and walked to the front door. I rummaged in my bag for my house key. Once I found it I put it inside the key hole and opened the door and slid inside.

I was welcomed by shouts and screams, which sounded like it was coming from the kitchen. Trying to avoid it all I went straight upstairs to my room and locked myself in it. I changed carefully into my pajamas(a tank top too big sports bra and sweat pants from Victoria secret) and went on my phone. It was 9:14. I logged into my Instagram and went through my daily feed. I next clicked on my most recent picture  to see how many likes it got. 156!! My phone buzzed. I got a follow request. I clicked on the username it was somebody named Aaron Shepard. Yeah I didn't know an Aaron. I clicked the X button. Then my phone buzzed again. A follow request from Aaron Shepard. What the? Ugh. Social media annoyed me. I logged out of Instagram and went on to snapchat. I took a picture of my broken foot and put it on my story capturing it with 'what a great way to start my week😑'. I shut my phone off and plugged it into the charger. Luckily I didn't have any homework. I carefully took off my boot and put a pillow under my foot so it was elevated. Then the shouts got louder and grew closer. My stupid parents. I heard my mom's voice mostly and my dads occasionally. Then I heard doors slamming and banging noises. I tried  ignoring it but It wasn't that easy. Finally after about two hours it died down and I could get some sleep.

My alarm went off at 7:25 am the next morning but I didn't really need it. Because I was already up, I couldn't really sleep. My foot ached, my parents kept yelling in the middle of the night, and my gray cat Persia kept shifting on my pillow. I hopped over to my closet and picked out some skinny jeans and pulled out my Beyoncé t-shirt, I got at her concert in August. It was a struggle getting those darn jeans on without hurting my foot. I grabbed my favorite supporting bra and pulled over the Beyoncé shirt (it was long sleeve and all black, on the back across the shoulders in pink sparkly letters was the word FLAWLESS and in the front it was actually kinda plain but on the right breast towards the corner it said Queen Bee in a mystical cursive manuscript ) and put on my boot. I put my other foot in my black Roche runners to even  out my balance. Then I hobbled over to the bathroom to do my hair and brush my teeth. I was lazy so I just put my hair in a messy bun with a black headband. I went back to my room, grabbed my phone and my bag, petted my cat and went to the kitchen. Both of my parents were in there fighting but it stopped abruptly when I walked in. Maybe it was because non of them gave a shit-zu about me breaking my foot so they didn't see the giant boot I was walking around in since last night. They were sitting across from each other in bath robes at the table. I cautiously walked over to the fridge and grabbed a cup of chocolate milk.