Til The Last Day✅

Chapter 9: Hot Showers And Jokes

I had been working for a few hours. With the hot summer sun beating down on me made it even more difficult. I was helping Dylan cut some firewood. Let me tell you, not the most entertaining thing in the world. Of course, he thought it was funny when I fell over.

"You can go shower now if you want," Dylan said slicing a piece of oak wood.

"Thank yo-wait shower?"

"Yeah, we have plenty of running water. You can shower. Just don't take forever."

To be honest I didn't even know what all he said. All I heard was running water and shower. Then sprinting to the door. I'm so excited to finally wash my stank butt.

I arrived upstairs and Michael has had a set of clean clothes. "Whatcha doing?" I eyed him. I wasn't about to let him take my precious shower. I think I'm going insane.

"About to shower. Why?" He eyed me back.

"Your dad said I could go shower." We didn't break eye contact.

"Well, I'm showering so if you'll excuse me." He coughed and started to walk in the bathroom.

"I was outside busting my ass and you expect me to let you shower?! You've done nothing but take care of your sister!" I said walking up to him and blocking the way entrance way.

"I'm taller than you. I'm older than you. I'm stronger than you. Let me through before I do it myself." He crossed his arm.

"Make me." I glared.

Next thing I knew I was being picked up and thrown onto my bed. He ran out of the room and slammed the door. "NOOOOOO!!!" I ran towards the bathroom. The door was opened. What? I looked around expecting him. He wasn't in any of the hallways. I took the advantage of the free moment and got my clothes, then went into the bathroom. I turned on the water and made the water hot. I always took hot showers. I hopped in and felt the steaming water rush all over my body. I haven't had a true shower in months. I mean I'd wash my arms, hair, and face when I went down to the pond back at my old house, it just wasn't the same. I put shampoo in my hair and spread it all through my hair. It just dawned on me that my hair grew over the months. I washed the shampoo out and applied conditioner to my hair. I was washing my body when I heard the bathroom door open. I was about to peek out of the curtains when I felt ice cold water hit my head and body.

"Ahh, what the hell?!" I looked out the curtains making sure not show anything. I saw Michael smirk and walk out of the bathroom. "Asshole." I murmured.

I finished washing and got out of the shower. I didn't stay in long like Dylan said at least. I dried myself off and my clothes were gone. Thanks, Michael. I draped my towel over my body and exited the bathroom. I went to his room and my clothes weren't anywhere. I walked into my room. I checked everywhere upstairs and ran down the stairs. Everyone was in the kitchen. They just gave me a puzzled look. Of course, Michael wasn't there.

"Dylan, where is your son?" I was trying to hold my temper.

"I haven't...seen him. Why are you in a towel?" He said.

"Your...son took my clothes when I was in the shower."

"He's playing with Mckayla in the living room," Vince said cooking what looked like a rabbit.

"Thank you," I said walking out of the kitchen into the living room.

I just crossed my arms over my chest and glared at him. "Where are my clothes thief?" I asked him.

He looked up and smiled innocently. "I would never ever steal your clothes. If I did, I would hide them in....near me." He continued to play with Mckayla.

I feel bad for his little sister. She's going to have to deal with this little shit. I looked all over the room. Nothing, I was about to speak again but I saw Mckayla's blanket was shielding my eyes from the clothes. I glared at Michael who was not paying attention to me and grabbed the clothes. I walked back up to my room and got dressed in my clothes. I jogged back down to the kitchen and ate dinner. It was really good. Vince was a pretty good cook. We all had our little conversations. Michael and I exchanged glances. Mine were glares, his were smirks. I was eating a mashed potato when I thought of something. I grabbed my spoon and filled it with mashed potato. I pulled the head of the spoon back and aimed at Michael when he wasn't paying attention. I let go of it and it flung across the table onto his nose. Bull's eye. I continued to eat like nothing happened. I looked around and no one noticed. I am too good. I looked at Micheal. He had mashed potatoes and he flung it. It hit my forehead.

"Really Michael?" Dylan said sending Michael a death glare.

"What she started it!" He protested.

"How, there's nothing on your face."

"Yeah, there is. She threw mashed pota-" He felt his nose. He forgot he took it off.

"Yeah, I expect an apology by the way," I said hiding my smirk and took a bite of food. He glared at me.

Once dinner was done and I helped clean up I went upstairs to my room. I was getting ready to lay down on my bed when I pair of arms push me against the wall. I saw Michael's face glow from my lamp that sat on the other side of my bed.

"What you did wasn't funny." He glared at me

"It was a little funny." I chuckled.

"No it wasn't, my dad and I are on very thin ice right now." He said and let go of me. He fell on my bed. I sat next to him.

I'm not going to lie, I was a little intimidated. He seemed really angry, but I played it off, "Why on thin ice?"

"He just thinks so much differently than me and he controls me. There's a reason why I'm never outside." He looked at me.

"That's stupid, why would he keep you from being outside?"

"Because he's protective over me. Once my mom was killed by those fucking things he lost it. He didn't want to lose me."

"Oh, I mean. I see his point but he's going a little overboard. You're like old enough to be able to care for yourself. That's just my opinion."

"Yeah" He looked like he was far away.

I felt like there was more than just his dad being control over everything or there was more than just his dad being protective over him because of the loss of his mom. I get those weird feelings. I pushed the thought away. He was laying down so I fell backward next to him. For a long time, we just stared at the ceiling. The boring white ceiling that had a nonworking fan on it. Micheal spoke.

"I wanna take you somewhere."

I thought for a moment, I guess it was better than stairing at a white cieling, "Okay."

Author's Note: Sorry I haven't posted in so long. I kinda forgot about it, but Aye! Thank y'all for the views, votes, and comments. I'm trying my best to make this all good but I'm having writer's block. DX I'll try and update as fast as I can but it probably won't be until later on. I might write a few chapters tomorrow but otherwise, it won't be until like next weekend. Sorry again folks. Thanks again for the votes, comments, and views. And pls don't be a ghost reader. Comment something. I appreciate it very much. Idc if it's "I like blue" or some shit. Just don't be a ghost reader. XD. Buuuyyyeeee!