Not In Love With Liam

48~ Mommy Dearest

There was a noise coming from downstairs.

I woke up - just like I did most mornings - with my duvet over my head, a pile of books and clothes overflowing off the foot of my bed and onto the floor, and my laptop still on beside me. There was a cold cup of coffee on my bedside cabinet that I'd forgotten to drink, and my curtains were wide open meaning Stephan must have been in my room that morning.

The noise continued. It sounded like someone knocking. Dad's room was downstairs, so he'd get the door.

At least that's what I thought..

No one answered the door and the noise continued.

Of course - Dad had an early shift today and Stephan was probably wiped out from his outing last night.

It felt like Dad was always either three towns away, or at work. I'd barely gotten the chance to speak to him since I came. I'd gotten here a week too late because Dad said he'd taken some holidays off work but they ended the day after I came.

I didn't really know anyone around here and had to either take two trains, put up with Stephan and his car, or journey three busses to get anywhere near my friends.

I missed them. Chase especially. I knew once I'd told him that I'd used up all my chances with Noah, he'd hate me.
But he couldn't. I didn't understand what I'd done wrong, and that meant it wasn't my fault, right?

Probably not.

The knocking continued. I threw the sheets aside in an attempt to get out of bed and ended up tipping the coffee over and onto my laptop.

"Shit."

Funny how my life lines itself up with a series of events -

Such as me falling asleep without putting my laptop away, me leaving a notebook on the bed, me forgetting to drink my coffee and me being forced to get out of bed angrily--

Therefore causing me to toss my sheets aside, flinging the notebook onto my nightstand, knocking over the coffee cup and spilling the contents of it all over my MacBook Pro.

- To fuck me over completely.

I quickly rushed out to the nearest bathroom, grabbed a random towel and then rushed back to my room to blot the liquid from my laptop. If this didn't work, that was an entire years worth of essays and projects down the drain, all because some idiot wouldn't stop -

Knocking.

There it was again.

I dumped the towel on the floor and stormed downstairs. I couldn't find the front door key, so I had to go to the kitchen to grab a spare one, which for some ungodly reason, had to break in the door, meaning I'd have to find a way to take it out of the door before finding the original key. All the while, the demon behind the door wouldn't stop knocking.

"Would you stop fucking knocking!? I get it, you're out there, just give me a moment!" I yelled.

The knocking stopped for the five minutes I was looking for a magnet and tweezers to get the key out of the door, but continued as soon as I made an attempt to actually take the key out.
I decided to ignore the noise and focus on the door. I held a magnet to it, but it wasn't strong enough to pull it out, so I had to fiddle about with the tweezers and eventually, I got the broken key out of the lock.

Now I had to find the other key. I checked the living room, the kitchen - it was nowhere. Maybe Stephan had it.

I ran upstairs and into his room.