Catastrophe

Chapter 2

I lay in bed still. My eyes tearing at the terrible memories that filled my mind. Unfortunately for me though, it was a Monday morning, so I had to lift my sorry ass and get ready for school.

I slowly got up from bed and made my way to the bathroom with a towel hanging over my shoulder.

I lazily brushed my teeth and washed my hair and body. Now I was sitting on the floor, in my underwear, staring into my closet, clueless on what to wear.

I eventually settled on a black crop top that had 'alien' simply written on it, black jeggings and white sneakers. I threw my tangled, damp curls into a bun, feeling too lazy to even brush it.

"Blake!" my dad calls from downstairs.

"Yeah?!" I yelled back.

"I'm leaving now, breakfast is on the counter." he said while opening the front door.

"Okay!" I replied, trying to find my glasses which I placed down at some point but forgot where.

I hear him slowly close the door, but it quickly opens again.

"Oh. And Julia is on her way over here!" he shouts again.

I roll my eyes, not answering him. Julia is my dad's girlfriend. They've been dating for a while now and the woman practically lives here. She's here almost everyday. I don't really like her, but I don't exactly dislike her either. I tolerate her. I never took the time getting to know her very well, because I'm really not interested. I never thought anything about her, but I've recently got the feeling that there is something off about her. I don't know what it is but I just have this bad feeling about her. I never told my dad how I felt about her though. She makes him happy and it would be selfish to take his happiness away from him. He already suffered a broken heart when my mother died, I don't want him to suffer again. He doesn't deserve it. Even though I never told him how I felt about her, he sensed I didn't really like her that much, but I won't confirm it.

My dad sighs and climbs the staircase. He stops at my doorway.

"I'm sorry, princess." he apologises and walks in, pulling me into a bone crushing hug.

"Its okay dad, really." I assure him, struggling to get air flowing through my suffocating lungs.

He pulls away and looks at me, smiling. I return a smile. He moves a piece of my hair out of my eyes.

"I love you, you know that right? You're my little Princess. No matter how old you are."

"I know, dad. I love you too." I smile.

"Good. I have to go now or I'll be late. Have a good day at school, alright princess," he says walking out.

"Yes sir." I joked, and he left.

I find my thick, black framed glasses on my dresser, I place it on my face, leaving it to rest on the bridge of my nose, grab my backpack and make my way down stairs.

I head for the kitchen to grab some breakfast only to find Julia sitting at the island, sipping from a cup of coffee.

"Hey Jules," I greet her and pop some bread into the toaster.

"Hey kiddo, how's it going?" she smiles, taking another sip from her steaming coffee.

"Good." I bluntly state and she doesn't say anything after that.

Thank god. I'm not in the mood to talk.
The toaster pops up, I grab the freshly toasted bread and quickly spread some Nutella on it. I take a bite, grab my backpack from the chair and jog to the front door. I open it.