Insane?

Chapter 32:

*SOPHIA'S POV:

I actually slept peacefully for once. Shawn's phone call gave me a true sense of security and reassurance. It hasn't been easy this past week. I thought that the two people I cared about most—Shawn and Morgan—hated me. They weren't answering any of my calls or texts. I felt alone. So when he called last night, a wave of relief washed over me.

I was startled when Apollo jumped on the bed, stomping over the mass of sheets and blankets. He made his way over to my side, collapsing on top of me. "Apollo!" I squealed, shocked by his weight. He howled. "Alright, I'm up! I'm up!" I laughed. I slid out from underneath him and sat on the edge of the mattress. My room was a disaster. Clothes and trash scattered the floor, dishes covered my bed side table, and I don't even want to mention the smell. I went downstairs to grab a garbage bag from under the kitchen sink. I started throwing the snack bags and tissues into the bag, along with throwing clothes into the hamper and stacking the dishes. It only took about ten minutes. It wasn't a hard clean up. I took the garbage bag and stack of plates down to the kitchen, loading the dishwasher and taking all the trash out for garbage day.

"Someone decided to get out of bed today?" MeMe chuckled from the kitchen. "Feeling any better, baby?"

"A lot, actually. He called last night. He wants to come over to talk with us. He'll be here in about an hour." I answered, scratching my head.

"Oh good. I was started to get worried about you. I've never seen you so. . .broken."

"I'll get better. I've learned to fend for myself this past summer. It hasn't been easy."

"Well you're taking this like a champ. I didn't think you would, in all honestly. Thank you for proving me wrong." she nodded.

I smiled and went to take a shower. When I said I didn't want to mention the smell earlier, it was because the smell was me. It wasn't pleasant and I'm disgusted with myself. I felt much cleaner when I got out of the shower, like I was a new woman. I obviously wasn't, since my problems didn't magically turn into something different either. Dammit.

Shawn texted that he was on his way as I was drying my hair. I finished up getting ready and went downstairs to sit in the living room.

"Is he on his way?" MeMe asked.

"Yeah, he'll be here shortly." I answered, playing around on social media. I saw that Morgan had posted a picture on Instagram. I went to like it, but I thought that I'd aggravate her even more if I did. I scrolled past it, wondering if I should text her instead. I was about to, but someone knocked at the door.

I stood up and opened it. Shawn was standing with his hands in his pockets, looking down. He looked up at me and smiled, walking in and giving me a kiss. "You don't look as much like Godzilla as I thought you would."

"I'll take that as a compliment." I said, holding my head high and walking to the kitchen. "Want anything?"

"What do ya have?" he asked. As I rummaged through the fridge, he put his hands on my hips and his head on my shoulder, looking for something also. I loved it. I was expecting awkward tension or short conversations, but everything was normal.

"Find anything? The fridge has been open for a while now." I giggled.

"Do you have any popcorn?" he asked, going over to the cabinet.