Tak'n Awey

▽. 11

The interview was a success and fortunately I got the job. Mr. Willie says he'll call me for my first gig next week.

I go home full of joy.

When I arrive in the driveway, my parents are standing beside my mom's polished truck. I don't want to speak to either of them because I really don't have much to say. They have become secluded associates.

My parents smile at me like they've seen me plenty of times and they're annoyed by my presence. Their smiles are conspicuously phony. I try my hardest to ignore them, but that isn't physically possible.

"Hi honey! Guess who we just received a call from!" My mom is hyped up on some shit that I'm not fond of. She's loose and I don't like it.

I wish I could pretend, like the way they are, but I'm telling ya--my energy and enthusiasm is completely devoured. "Mr. Willie. I got the job."

My dad beams and claps his hands. Mom grabs my dad's arm and squeals, "It went well?"

"Obviously."

I speak simple words to end the conversation, quickly. Another reason that they could get rid of me--by getting me to work. They've scammed me from the very beginning. I'm not mad, though. It's what they're supposed to do. I just don't appreciate how they've done it.

"Mom. Dad. I'm about to take a nap."

She tries to act concerned, "Are you hungry?"

"No. I'm fine."

Well it's been about a century since you've fed me mom, hell fucking yes I am hungry. I notice how effortlessly I lie to my parents. To get rid of them, I'd have to take a nap or lock myself in my bedroom. It's the only way to get them to leave with my permission.

I plop onto my bed, becoming critically fatigued. I'm exhausted. I woke up early and stayed up late. My body starts operating on its own, turning off my lamp, switching the fan to medium, and then melting away into a deep, tranquil sleep capsule.

I wake up from my nap, dried-mouthed and yucky. It feels like my face has become plummeted with oil and my clothes have transformed from a tight fit to an excessively wide fit. Can't feel any worse than this. I take a haste glimpse at the digital clock stating that it is seven-thirty.

It feels like I've gotten my ass kicked by a pro kick boxer.

Four messages from Justin and one from Dewayne consistently blink on my phone. Justin resumes asking if I'm still joining him and I ignore Dewayne's message, completely unsure of why I did.

I take the quickest shower and get dressed  the fastest that I have ever in my entire life. I wear a colorless cropped bustier top with a burgundy maxi skirt, revealing my small figure and tan legs. I wear my thick natural curls, purposely wanting to excite Justin on my naturalism. After I finish my makeup, I call Justin while penetrating a bowl of Special K and dipping a doughnut into the milk. I also had a bag of Ruffles waiting to be eaten next. It is a quarter past eight. He answers as if he's my dad, "Damn, I called you like five times!"

"I took a quick nap, Master. "

He attractively chuckles, "Are you ready?"

"Yes, I am."

"Aight, I'm on my way to get you? What's your address again?"

I inform him on my address and he arrives in less than twenty minutes. I sit outside and scrape my nail polish off my fingernails. This green nail polish will never fade. Justin's car peeks out from my view as he glides into my driveway in that stylish vehicle. He presses the gas, causing his pipes to roar. I blush. How did I find someone like him?