The Bad And Infuriating 2 ✅ 2015-2016

19. Traditions and Traumas

A month has gone by, since that evening we went dancing, we've made it our tradition to go dancing every Saturday night. I'm getting better at it. Dancing has always intrigued me. Now I'm actually dancing.

I'm busy working and making money. I work as a waitress by multiple restaurants. I'm saving money for college and to pay for our bills. They aren't that high. We both shower everyday but we put on sweaters instead of turning on the gas. That sounded weird ...

Well I get up in the morning around seven o' clock. My first shift starts at seven thirty.
Tom got a promotion I believe. He earns more money now and sometimes buys me a bouquet of flowers. It's cute. His twentieth birthday is coming up. I have an idea for a gift. Which I'm not telling because that would be stupid.

He's going to be twenty Friday. It's now Thursday. It's his birthday tomorrow.
He's learning me how to play scrabble. Something I've never been good at.

And he's teaching me how to speak Dutch. It is hard though.

I'm baking pancakes. "Honey I'm home! Where is my little sugarplum?"

I make a gagging noise. Tom is laughing. He knows that I hate it when he calls me sugarplum. I hate that word.

I don't know why honestly.

"I'm in the kitchen. Making dinner."
"It smells good."

"How was work?"
"Good. I got you something."
"No more presents. I will not have it."

He chuckles and walks into the kitchen. He puts his arms around me and gives me a kiss. I smile but then the room spins and I see everything a little blurry. It must be a migraine.

Darn it. Haven't had them for months.
A really long time.
"What's wrong?"
"My head hurts. Must be a migraine." He puts his hand on my forehead. "Well. I will just finish the pancakes. Let me do it. Go lie down."
I do what he asks me to and lie down on the couch. I close my eyes. The throbbing gets even worse.

Tom wakes me up. I hadn't realised that I was sleeping. "Hey, how's your head?"

I just nod and rub my eyes. I get up and follow him into the kitchen. We eat in silence.

Tom clears his throat and bites his nails. I finish my pancake and stare at my napkin.

"Tom. Tomorrow's your twentieth birthday. Anything special in mind?"

"Nope. Just spending the whole day with you would be very nice."

"Okay. I'm going to bed. Goodnight."

What's wrong with him? "Goodnight."

I walk into the bathroom and scream. "Oh my god. I'm so sorry. I didn't know Tom brought over a guest. Sorry Amy."

Amy is brushing her teeth. She waves. I try to control my breathing.

"Oh yeah; I'm sorry. About that Mia, she's spending the night here because she got into a fight wth her boyfriend and he used her as a punching bag. She's fine though. Just a little bt traumatized. "

"Maybe I should sleep on the couch, she gets more rest if she'd sleep in the bed."
Tom nods and helps me set up my bed.
I kiss him on the cheeck and smile.

"Well good night, Love."
"Sleep tight Snookums."

He rolls his eyes. Once my head hits the pillow I fall asleep.

When I wake up in the middle of the night, I hear someone talking. I walk into the bathroom. Tom is sitting in the bathtub softly talkin into the distance but still loud enough for me to hear.