Reckless - Ashton Irwin

Chapter 4

FUCK FUCK FUCK. 

Who the hell is knocking on my bedroom door so early in the morning? My peaceful state of slumber was perfect until someone decided to rap on the door like a crazy bitch - ahem, my mom - who wanted to kill me with chores to do on this fine Sunday morning. What kills me more is when I come out from under the comforter that I realize this isn't my old room, and that we are still in Australia, and that I am so fucking drowsy, and this isn't going to go away when I shut my eyes hard enough. My old life would never appear again. I grumble, half-awake and only one eye open, busting my ass to unlock the door for my mom, who barges in and yells at me for having the door locked. I can't see so I put on my reading glasses, which I only ever wear in the morning.

"Isabelle, I swear, this better be the only time your door is locked." My mother lectures, fully dressed as if she isn't tired and hadn't barely gotten off a plane 18 hours ago. "Next time, I'm kicking down your damn door, you hear me?" I resist talking back, biting down my tongue, because it would ruin my morning even more and it's too early for this shit anyways. 

"Fine." I cross my arms and wait for her to finish spitting pointless words into my face, relief falling upon me when she finally stops chiding me.

"I'm gonna eat breakfast." I tie my hair into a messy ponytail, waddling around because I would rather be in bed but I'm already awake. I tug my tank top down and readjust my pajama shorts.

"Okay, but hurry up. You're going shopping in an hour for clothes and if you wanna, get decorations for your room." I let out one long and heavy sigh, a display of my contentment; at least it's shopping. 

When I get downstairs, I find the cupboard with the bowls and get myself some cereal, lazily thinking of what I'm doing today. Well, there's shopping. Then what next? Sleep? Then after? Sleep? Maybe convince my mom to go out later. But what would we do? 

I exhale loudly and munch on a spoonful of Cheerios. Sighing was certainly becoming a habit of mine since we flew here, but whatever, it's not like anyone cared what I thought anyways. My eyes were ghostly and blank while I glared at a picture of a younger mom and Uncle Joey with my great-grandma. Apparently from what my mom says, I've only met her once and my grandma, Great-Grandma Penny's daughter, died of a heart attack before great-grandma died, which is too confusing for my brain. 

I take my time finishing the cereal and washing the bowl before going back upstairs to get ready and take a shower; I stay in the shower for a good fifteen minutes before getting out and wrapping a towel around my body, the cold atmosphere of the bathroom forming goosebumps on my back and shoulders. Usually, my routine consisted of sunscreen or lotion right after I get out of the shower, but since I forgot to get the sunscreen from my mom's luggage, I had to manually get her and ask her for it. Fuck the air is so cold as I waddle out to the hallway. I go downstairs to find her and I hear her talking when I'm halfway down the stairs, my movement coming to a complete halt when I spot Ashton visible in the living room from my view. Why is he here? 

"Shit," I mumble as I tip toe backwards up to the bathroom, forgetting the idea of moisturizing because I don't want to face Ashton again. I see him enough already, God. My stomach churns as it hits me full force Ashton is downstairs and he almost saw me half-naked. 

ew

Ew

EW. 

At least he didn't see me because if he made another cheeky remark, he would get slapped in a heartbeat. I shake away my thoughts and finish blow-drying my hair in the bathroom, walking out the hallway once again to make sure Ashton wasn't there since he's fucking everywhere. I manage to get to my bedroom safely and lock the door, hastily grabbing clothes out of my luggage. Yeah, I really need to buy new clothes; most of our stuff we sold to move here.