The snow hadn't been falling long, not long enough to stick away. I held my torso, watching the small flakes fall around me. The cold was starting to get to me. Seeping its way to my bones and making my teeth chatter. Shivering I mentally cursed at myself. “Why did I leave my stupid car?"
Winter had happened over night. Remembering a week ago when I could walk around in shorts and no top started to warm my insides up a little. The snow was now sticking to the ground, falling in larger flakes from the sky. Making it harder for me to see where I was going, good thing I knew this block like the back of my hand.
Taking off in a brisk run towards my house I thankful I was in shape. Reaching my front door I fumbled for my keys. Dropping them into the white powdery snow below me. Reaching down for them made my fingers go numb I shook the snow off, unlocked the door, and flung it open. Feeling the warmth consume me from inside my house I started to smile.
No one was home, making my house overly quiet and uncomfortable to be in. I was still growing used to being alone; but I did enjoy it at times. Slowly I stripped off layer by layer until I was just in my boxers, leaving a trail of clothes to the kitchen. My stomach rumbled and I knew that I could easily fix that with a quick trip and some snacks.
Snacks in hand I looked around the deserted living room. I never understood why my dad had spent money on buying fancy looking furniture. He had made the house look like a cut out from a magazine; and like the magazine no one ever used anything. Scrunching my nose I ran up the stairs two at a time and arrived in my room.
The maid had obviously been here today because I would never keep my room this clean. Nothing was on the floor, nothing was on my desk except his laptop, my TV wasn't being blocked by soda, beer, or energy drinks anymore. My bed was made, and I could smell the fresh laundry that was hanging in my closet.
Jumping down hard on my bed I opened the bag of chips and started to munch away. I glanced at my TV and thought of turning it on and playing some video games, but shrugged and looked up at my ceiling instead. Along with the rest of the house my father had insisted on making this one look like a magazine as well. Only I had tried everything I could to make it look the opposite.
Sighing I picked up my phone. I had a few missed texts and a missed call. My father was trying to reach me. Dialing my fathers number I waited. It rang several times and right as I was going to hit the red button to stop the call my fathers voice came blaring out of the speaker
“Blake what is going on?” he sounded angry. I shook my head and played dumb.
“What do you mean Colton?” I asked bitterly.
“Well, lets see, I just got a call from the impound lot. Looks like your new car showed up there. Wanna tell me whats going on?” I knew Colton was tapping his foot on the ground and holding his hip right about now.
“I left it at Dakota's house yesterday. His mom must have called it in because she didn't know who it belonged too.” Lying was easy with my father. I had been doing it for years and never got caught. At one point I thought that Colton knew the truth, but just didn't have the balls to say anything to me about it.
“Sure, whatever. I paid the fine. Its ready for you to pick up whenever. Call Victoria to take you so you don't lose another car.” I rolled my eyes.
“Okay Mr. Colton. Anything else?” He hung up. I knew that I was hurting his feelings by calling him his real name, but I didn't care. The last time Colton had acted like a dad was when I was 5, and that was over 13 years ago.
I wasn't ready to go pick up my car. I wanted it, I was just comfortable and not ready to go back out in the brisk snow. Munching on a few more handfuls of chips I got up, throwing on some clothes and walking back down the stairs.
