My Bad Boy Roommate: 30 days of Thrills

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We had finally arrived to the last stop of the night. Well, morning. It was the beach, on a chilly winters L.A. It wasn't extremely cold out, and the sand was still a little warm.

My toes squeezed the sand, and dug under it to.

"Tyler, it's 4:40 in the morning" I said while checking my phone.

"Number 4 on the list, go to the beach" He said to me. It was embarrassingly true, that I have never gone to the beach.

My entire childhood was just an addition to adult hood. It was sad to say, that I hated living when I was younger.

I used to think to myself, why am I here, if I don't get to enjoy the privilege if being alive. All up until this day, I felt happy.

Not guilt happy for my sister, or happy while working. I was physically and mentally happy at this moment., 4:40a.m.

"Have you ever seen the sun rise?" Tyler asked. "No" I whispered while closing my eyes. Listening to the crashing waves.

"Come here" He said while taking my hand. He took me to a spot on the beach, and we laid in the sand.

I didn't care about the sand in my hair.
Or my clothes. It felt wonderful.

We watched as the sky transitioned from blue, to purple, to orange. It was two hours of silence.

Not a word said.

"I painted this before" Tyler blurted out.

He is a really good painter, and a general artist.

"I know."

"Tyler?" I asked.

"Yes?" He questioned.

"Do you still want to work at my dads tattoo parlor?" I asked him, " I can drive up there later today to see what I can-" I said while getting interrupted.

"No" He said with a smile, " I believe in me, and your dad doesn't. I don't want to work with anyone like that."

I nodded at him.

The hue on his skin changed color as we witnessed the sun rising at it's fullest.

"Here comes the sun, do dah do dah" Tyler hummed.

His voice was terrible as it cracked, changing various amounts of pitches. He gestured me to finish the song phrase with his hand.

I smiled, but it wasn't real. No smiles should be real. It quickly faded, and all I could think about, is how much I'm disobeying my parents.

"Here comes the sun, and I say" He paused realizing my expression changed.

"Why'd you stop, your voice isn't that horrible" I said with another fake smile.

"Are you okay?" He asked in concern.

"Y-yeah, I'm fine" I answered confused.

"This" He said while pointing to my lips, " it's looking awfully strange."

"What do you mean?" I asked him.

"That's a fake smile" He says while concentrating on me.

"Whatever, let's just go, I have to see my mom today."

He shook his head, and we walked back to the car. It was around 6 in the morning, and I wanted to see Abigail today. She's probably miserable with all the pressure my mom and dad puts on her.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Tyler asked in concern.

"There's nothing to talk about" I assured him, while I averted my attention away from him.

He started his motorcycle and he drove back to the apartments.

When we got there, he dropped me off, and I immediately went to my car, in hopes of a more positive experience at my moms house.

All I did was feels anxious. I got in my car and I drove there, with my hands gripping the steering wheel tightly the entire ride.

When I got there, fear had consumed my body. My mom is unlike any mothers, and she can be extremely intimidating.

I knocked on the door, and the house keeper opened up, like always. I greeted her, and walked into the kitchen where my mom was typically working.

But she wasn't there.

"Get it right Abigail!" My mother shouted from another room.

I walked in the living room which was left from the kitchen.

Abigail was playing on my old piano, and my mother had a ruler in her hand. My mother uses it to smack your hands every time you get a key wrong. Looking in Abigail's eyes, it seemed that she was on the verge if breaking down.

"Mom?" I questioned.

The piano stopped producing it's sound when they both looked at me. My mom turned around and swatted Abby's hands to get her playing again, I flenched when she did it.

"C-Can we talk?" I asked her looking at how upset Abigail is.

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That's the real side of Pamela. Not a great being, as you can see. What do you think is going o happen in the next chapter?

Love you guys,
Jayla💕