I was laying in bed when I realized something.
"Shit," I say to myself, "I still don't know his name."
God I can't believe I let him in the house. He's a complete stranger. For all I know he could be a serial killer or something. Then again that's highly unlikely since he has MS, but whatever.
I stayed up mulling this over in my head. Sleep wouldn't come so I snatched the vial, and shook 1 pill into my hand. I swallowed it dry, no water or anything.
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I woke up to with the sun bright in my eyes. I grabbed my phone to check the time. 3:45. Oh my god I sleep longer, and longer. What if somethings wrong with me. I ambled over to the kitchen where I find Evelyn with her nose in a book, and a cup of green tea. She loves books and green tea. She is like obsessed with tea, just like I am obsessed with collecting mugs. She loves reading too. Whenever she isn't painting, she has book.
"Your lunch is on the counter," she said without glancing in my direction, "just pop it plate into the microwave to heat up."
That is usually how things ran in this house. She would make food, and I would over sleep. She would leave it on the counter, and I would heat it up. That is, if I was hungry.
"Why aren't you painting?" I asked in a raspy voice.
"Your dad is working with Josie today"
Josephine was another person who worked with dad. Dad usual had interns for a year and worked with other people for different amounts of time, but Josie was here for good. I can tell. The people he's working with at the moment are: Evelyn, Felix, Hazel, Rosalie, and Quincy. Quincy and Rosalie are interns, and Felix and Hazel just got picked by dad. Quincy is gay, and really fun to hang out with. He's like my best friend.
"Wait," I say confused, "Dad's back?"
"Yea I went to get him like three hours ago, he told me to tell you to meet him at the workshop at 5."
The Microwave beeped, and I fetched my plat and brought it over to the table. I didn't even pay attention to what I was shoveling into my mouth. I finished in 90 seconds flat. I got up, tossed my plate in the sink, and ran to my room. I searched for something clean to wear, but everything had at least one stain on it or stank like a dead raccoon. Grabbing all the clothes in sight, which was a lot, I ran down the hall to the laundry room. Once the washing machine was running I took a shower, because to be honest I haven't showered in about 2 weeks. My hair was greasy and gross, so I just pulled it into a ponytail when I went running. It was nice to feel the hot water run down my skin. My scalp hurt from all my tight ponytails, so it was good to give it a thorough massage.
After about half an hour I got out and slipped on my fluffy robe, and wrapped my long dripping wet hair in a towel. The washing machine was done with the load so I moved it into the dryer and got to work on my hair. I honestly hate my hair. It's not straight or curly. It was a weird type of wavy. It had smooth loose waves in some sections, and tight waves in the other. It's like it couldn't make up it's mind on what to be, and decided to be both.
After I blow dried it, I got to work straightening it. If I want to get it really good it takes at least an hour. So I got to work as fast as possible. Once that was done and my clothes were clean and dry. I chose something that would please my dad. I chose a black pencil skirt and a blue blouse. For my shoes I dug a pair of black peep toe kitten heels. Just because I'm not very tall, which isn't always a bad thing. I checked my watch, and I had finished getting ready with 5 minutes to spare.
I decided that wearing a pencil skirt wasn't the best idea, after I stepped outside. I hugged my arms to by chest and with my teeth chattering made my way 10 meter to the workshop/garage. I make a mental note never to wear heels when there is about 5 inches of snow on the ground. Unless there is someone to carry me. I knock on the door to the studio and my dad opens within a matter of seconds. Stepping inside I take my coat off and hang it on the hook (my dad pretty much lives here, so he had stuff like a fridge and I'm pretty sure there was a closet in the back corner.)
"Come sit down" He said leading me to the little round coffee table.
I make myself as comfortable as I can in the hard wooden chair. My dad pulls out a bottle of champagne out of the fridge and 2 glasses from the cupboard. My dad lets me drink since I'm legal here in the UK. Mom didn't really care as long as long as it wasn't in her house, and I didn't talk about it. Though she never knew how bad it got sometimes.
"So how are things going?" He asked me while poring my glass of champagne.
"Fine," I answer him politely, and taking the glass from him.
"Harry called me and told me about your little bike incident."
Who the fuck is Harry? I don't know any Harry's.
"Harry, the boy that almost ran you over," he says slowly as if I was brain dead or something.
"Oh right, I say that Harry."
So now at least I know his name. Harry.
"When do you think your gonna start doing something?" my dad inquired.
I almost chocked on my champagne. My dad never asked questions like that.
"What?" I say putting my glass down on the table with a little to much force.
"Honey, you have been here since May, and have done absolutely nothing but sleep and jog."
"Are you trying to say you don't want me here?"
"No, I'm trying to say that you should get a job or something."
"You never cared what I did, why are you suddenly so interested in what I do?"
"I'm worried about you and I want to help you."
"When I first came here you said you would let me deal with it my way!" I almost shout at him.
"I have been talking with your mother, and she said that she wants to come and take you home, and I don't want that."
I say nothing, because I have no words.
"So if you get a job, get involved in town, anything I can buy you more time here," He says in a calm voice, "I can tell her to get off your back, and you can stay here and deal with it your way."
I start to relax.
"I found you something you might be nterested in, I found a job at the library and at a cupcake shop," he slides a slip of paper over to me, "Harry also said he could use some help."
"Call the library, and tell them I'll be over in two days, or in other words monday, and tell Harry I'll visit on Tuesday at 2:00."
What have I gotten myself into? I take my champagne and down it. There's no point of staying anymore.
"Goodnight daddy," and with that I leave him alone.
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