Heaped Up

Chapter 4

Heaped Up

Chapter 4

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My eyelids feel weighted shut, light glowing them in a yellow-reddish assurance that I was home. My brain is awake now, but my body felt heavy and numb. I was too weak to get up. I heard a shuffle of footsteps getting closer as warm fingers pressed my arms lightly, "Hey, you're finally awake." A pleasant voice. 

I finally managed to fully open my eyes. I looked at my dad, he had a geniune smile plastered across his face. 

"Obviously." I mumbled.

He crinkled his eyebrows, forming small wrinkles on his eyebrows and corners of his eyes. 

"Look, I'm not going to apologize for anything. Come on, I've said nothing wrong." A sharp and fierce voice, dad uses it whenever he's on a defensive mood.

"Dad, I'm not mad at you." I told him mellowly.

"C'mon, get your ass up. I'm gonna be downstairs making breakfast for you guys." He scooted to the door and disappeared.

I pulled myself out of the bed covers and paced to the bathroom. I slipped out of my clothes and jumped to the shower. I let the warm droplets form streams down my body as it realeses all the tension. I stood frozen in place enjoying the soothing feeling of the water running down her back. I used my  soap and shampoo, it smelled like a mixture coconuts and vanilla. It was truly refreshing. I washed the shampoo suds off my hair and jumped out of the shower. I picked the towel and tucked it around my body tightly. I stood  in front of the sink and took the toothbrush and let it brush my teeth and rinsed my mouth. I poured some cold water onto my face to waken me up.

I waddled to the closet while squeezing into my underwear. I picked my navy yoga pants and a plain grey tee. I slipped into my white slippers and took my favorite body lotion which had a vanilla scent and moisturized my arms with it. I dropped it on the bed and sprinted downstairs while running my fingers through my wet hair to comb it. I've always preferred letting my hair dry naturally because it gives your hair a proper time to dry and form its natural shape and some healthy shine and glow. 

I scooted next Jonathan who had both of  his hands on his head and groaning. I took a peek at his face and noticed his red puffy eyes and dry lips. His hair was messier than usual and hanging on different angles.

"A hangover?" I gasped.

"Obviously." He groaned groggily.

Dad stepped closer and dropped a warm cup of black coffee in front of Jonathan, "Here, and don't even think of sleeping." He warned him

Jonathan chugged it all with two sips and slammed the cup on the table and rested his head on it.

I started digging into my pancake and poured some syrup on it when the bell started ringing. I ran to the door and cracked it open.

It was Marc.

He waved awkwardly, "Hey." I just stared at him.

"Um- I just wanted to pick you up so we could chill at my place and have some...Uh fun?" He dropped his hands to his sides.

"Sure." I smiled at him, "Just let me grab some money."

"No, you don't have to. It's on me." He interrupted. I just nodded and was about to close the door when dad showed up.

"Hey kid." Dad waved at Marc.

"Boston, make sure you come home by 10." He waved at us and shut the door.