Listen to me

#3

I opened my eyes, shielding them with my hand. "Fucking sun" i said with my morning voice (yeah, girls have morning voice, but it lasts like a minute). I sat on my bed slowly gaining consciousness and looking all over my (absolutely messy) room to find any clue why have I woken up by myself or why hasn't any alarm clock woken me up already. I shot up from my (very comfortable) bed on the cold marble floor that made me shiver [can I say 'made my feet shiver'? cuz if I step on something cold my feet feel weird and idk how to describe it or name it] and made my way around my room, searching for my phone. "Shit" i cursed underneat my breath after ten minutes of furious searching. And then something black on my arm flashed in my view. I stopped in my tracks and slowly looked at my wrist. My eyes widened at the realization, I left it at the tattoo parlor. And then a slight smirk creeped onto my face, I'm gonna see the tattoo boy.

I did the same thing as nearly ten hours ago, I opened the heavy door of the tattoo parlor and a familiar frown was in my view. "Coming for another one so soon?" he joked and bitterly laughed. "I actually came to ask if I left my phone there, so did I?" a smile crept onto my face. He nodded "sure you did" then turned around and left the room. After a while of me awkwardly standing there the boy came back handling me my phone. "Thank you so much, I was afraid some creep finds it and calls Leonardo Di Caprio!" i laughed and was about to turn aroun whend the boy spoke. "Why Leonardo?" he asked a bit confused, "Who would call my parents if they saw his name in my contacts?" i asked and the boy looked at me wide eyed "damn" he said surprised. "Wanna be on that contact list with him?" i joked, secretly hoping he'd give me his number, "Sure" he said, putting his phone number into my phone.

I was on my way home when my phone rang, I didn't even check the caller ID and acceptad the call "Hi" I said happily. "Vicki, honey we have some news for you, so come home please" said my mother and my voice went from cheerful to bored "on my way" I said and hung up. "Bitch" I muttered.

I opened the huge heavy door from my house quietly stepping inside, following the noises. I walked into the loving room and there were my parents sitting on the sofa. "What is going on" i said skeptically eyeing them. I sat opposite of them and waited for answer. "Honey remember how we talked about that nice big house we showed you?" asked my dad, ignoring my attitude "yup why" i responded looking away from them. "We bought it" they both blurted out and I immediately turned my gaze towards them "What?! Why! This house is too fucking big for one person and that one is even bigger!" I exclaimed. "Well too late, we're moving tomorrow" said mom and I just told them to fuck off and stormed out of the living room to my room, tears rolling down my cheeks. I don't want more space to be alone in. Then a brilliant idea popped to my mind, I grabbed my phone and texted my mom:

me:
How many bedrooms does it have?

mom:
ten, why?

me:
We are putting six of them for rent.

mom:
Why?! Do you want filthy strangers to walk around in our house?!

me:
Yes, I do

mom:
I'm not allowing this!

me:
Yes you are, or I'm leaving.

mom:
Why are you like this Victoria.. Put them up for rent, do whatever you please.

me:
Thx

I smiled to myself, finally I won't be alone.