I run my fingers though my brown hair and walk toward the living room. I hear a loud sigh of frustration, curious I walk faster towards the room.
I walk in to see my father leaning against the all talking on the wall phone. I lean on the door way unnoticed and listen to the conversation.
"Come on" he groans running a hand though his thinning hair. He scoffs, "Lucia" he says sternly says.
My heart drops at the name Lucia, my sister. "Lucia" he says again, softer this time. He sighs and hangs the phone back onto the wall.
He does a small laugh and shakes his head walking towards his beat up maroon recliner. He plops down, earning a squeak from the rusty underneath.
I stand up and walk toward the couch, I take a seat and look at him. I break the silence, wanting to comfort my aching father.
"Just give her some time" I softly say leaning into the couch. He scoffs and shakes his head. "More time! It's been 5 god damn years!" He yells startling me.
His eyes soften, "I'm sorry" he says, "go get ready for bed we have to go to the station early" he says now avoiding eye contact. I nod and get knowing he wants to be left alone.
I make my way down the creaky hallway and arrive into my pale purple bedroom. I shuffle across the cold hardwood floor and make my way towards my bed.
I sit down on the white bedspread and think about what happened.
You see Lucia is my sister, my older sister. When my mother died she left. Three days after the funeral she disappeared with only leaving a note. It's killed my father, not only did he loose Lucia, but he also lot my mother and jo.
I push the though away and stand up heading to my dresser, I pull out a pair of plaid on bottoms and my mothers old t shirt, silly I know.
I slip then on and put my clothes into the hamper. I exit my room and head to bathroom across the hall. I turn on the light and head to the sink.
I turn on the water and begin brushing my teeth. I finish and turn off the water along with the light. I slip out of the bathroom and head to the living room to say goodnight to my dad.
He remains in the recliner, but now watching re runs of American pickers. I chuckle and walk over to him placing a kiss on his cheek.
"Night pa" I mutter Standing up. "Night princess" he says returning his gaze to the tv.
I leave the living room and head back down the hall toward my room. I walk in and shut the door turning off the light.
I pull back the white sheets and sit down, I pull of my socks my before fully getting into bed. I absolutely hate sleeping with socks, my father says my mother did that to.
I roll over and plug in my phone before turning off the lamp the glows softly on my bedside table, leaving me in complete darkness.
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Beep beep!
I wake up to the loud noise of alarm clock, I roll over and check the time, 7:00 am. I yawn and remove the covers standing up.
I walk over to my closet and pull out random clothes, to tired to even care if they match. I remove my pjs and put on my clothes.
I walk toward my dresser, and stare into the Mirror. I sigh and grab the green brush pulling it through my brown locks, removing the knots.
I set my brush down and throw my hair into a quick ponytail. Satisfied with my simple look I head to the kitchen.
"Morning princess" my dad says pouring his coffee in his old Togo cup, that had the faded letters that spelt out #1 dad.
I laugh "good morning pa" I say grabbing an apple from the fruit bowl. "Ready to go" he asks snapping the lid on his cup.
I nod and blow air on the apple attempting to blow off the germs and dust. "I'll lock up today" I say opening the door allowing my dad to go through.
He nods and tosses me the keys, heading to the car. I lock up and head to the car, getting in. I set my bag on the floor and take a bite of my apple.
"How was 2b" he asks pulling out of the drive way. I smile "it was interesting, I met one guy u didn't get his name but he was really sweet" I say taking another bite.
He nods "that's good, just uh watch out for G.. He's a trouble maker" he says pulling into the parking lot.
I shake my head already knowing about the so called terrible G. I open the door and get out heading to the front doors.
I discard my apple core in the trash and say my goodbyes to my dad, before heading to 2b.
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I push the laundry cart down the dull hallways, collecting all the dirty orange jumpsuits.
I slow down as I reach his cell, I'm too anxious to see him. I arrive at his cell and collect his dirty laundry and dispose of it in the cart.
"Hey beautiful" he smiles putting his free arms though the slots of the cell door. I blush and cover my face. "Aye don't hide yourself" he says.
I smile and look up to him. "Ya know, babe I never got your name and you've been working here the past week and a half"
I laugh "it's lavender" I shyly say. "Aye don't be shy it's just me" he says grabbing my hand.
I nod and pull away wanting to finish the laundry run. "Bye" I mumble leaving the hallway. I sigh to myself, I like him... He's different. Sadly I know deep down in my heart we couldn't ever be together, he's a criminal.
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