30 Days To Paradise // COMPLETED

Day 24

Despite my parent's absence in the house, I'm still expected to appear on Sunday service since well, my father is the preacher and my mom is, the stage wife. I dressed as a nun in blue turtle neck sweater and gray a-line skirt that extends inches below my knee paired with topsiders. I do look like a character straight from a very old and wholesome movie. 

I'm not opposed to this type of fashion, I'm just opposed to be forced to go to church and let my allowance be threatened if I show a sign of defiance or boredom during service.

I went home alone since my parents would be coming home this afternoon. I decided to make us of my limited freedom and blast Audioslave's I Am The Highway, singing on top of my lungs.

I woke up on the sound of aggressive knocking that I realized I fell asleep. I looked outside and the day has been replaced with darkness. Oh shit. I muttered under my breath. My parents are home and The Pretty Reckless' Heaven Knows is blasting through the speakers. Double shit. They heard the music for sure. I quickly yanked the speaker's plug and opened the door.

"What were you playing, Frankie? I heard the lyrics and it's about getting high and all that ungodly things! Are you backsliding Frankie?" My mother's expression is nearing disappointment. "Oh no. How terrible could that be? I turned the radio on earlier listening to some news then I fell asleep. Radio stations these days."

For a preacher's kid, I am awfully good at lying. I've mastered that talent since I realized what kind of parents I have. The ones who would never let you explain no matter what.

My mother looked at me and around my room as if suspecting I'm with someone. She sighed angrily and straightened up. "Good. Dinner's ready." And she was out of my face.

Looking at her retreating shadow, I remember the day I was scolded for liking my grandpa's 80s music collection. It was a summer just before this and I was shuffling through old cabinets when I saw some old looking cassettes. I found a player, played them and found my heart leaping for joy. That's when I realized how much I love music but it was cut short when my father heard me and reprimanded me of hearing anything that is not church-related. But I realized it won't stop me. So I've been downloading songs and saving them on my phone. Since my parents aren't up to the times and still owned old Nokias, they can't snoop into my songs. Can't wait to get out of here.

I sighed heavily and glanced down to my phone seeing it's almost seven. Then there's a text message from an unknown number. It says, See you tmrw!