Fight For It.

~Chapter Two~

~Chapter Two~
    The next day was rough, I didn't have to fight thank god, but I did have to limp around. Why did I have to miss that girls nose? Right now we are breakfast which we just got a new shipment of supplies. Which means big breakfast.
    
       Matt and Dalton make breakfast casserole, my favorite. Matt hands me the extra bacon, which I gladly except it. After we all eat, we start cleaning. Matt and I cleaned the kitchen, the living room, and laundry. Rhaven cleaned the bathrooms and Dalton cleaned the bedrooms and the "fighting" room. I picked up the piles of cloths outside of each room and put them in a basket. Matt is washing dishes most likely  because I hear the dish washer running and dishes clicking together.

      I only get half the cloths before my basket is full so I head down stairs to dump out the basket onto the floor. I run upstairs to get the second half. Rhaven hands me the laundry from the bathroom. I thank her and continue on with picking up laundry. The old wooden stairs creak as I walk downstairs with the rest of laundry.
              
         ~Time Skip~
     After we all finished up the chores Rhaven and I made lunch. We made grilled cheese and tomato soup. I was slicing the bread when I saw the bread turn red where I was holding it with my left hand. Putting two and two together I realized that I cut my finger open.

       "Rhaven! Come here please." I yell across the house. She walks in, sees me holding my finger, and blood on the counter and bread. I smile at her. She groans at me. "Really Kylee?" I giver her a big smile and giggle, "Sorry?" Rhaven shakes her head and grabs a rag. "I swear we need to wrap you in bubble wrap from now on and not let you have anything sharp."
 
    Matt walks in and face palms. He grabs a rag to whip down the coffee table and book shelf off in the living room. Rhaven puts a bandaid on my finger and threw away the bloody bread. I walk downstairs to put the clothes in the washer in the dryer.

   "Ugh I need a shower." I groan as I put clothes and blankets in the washer. I start it and head upstairs. The door to Matt and my room is open from probably Dalton cleaning it. I grab a clean pair of skinny jeans, a band shirt, and a fuzzy pair of socks.

   I walk into my master bathroom and start the shower. The bathroom gets all steamy;) and I step into the shower. My favorite playlist plays as I jam out to Black Veil Brides. Someone knocks on the door and I yell who's there?! Matt walks in and peaks in.(Wtf is he doing?! Oops I broke the fourth wall, *awkwardly laughs and rebuilds it*)

   I squeak and cover myself so he can't see me. He realizes what he's doing and blushes 50 shades of red. He runs out of the room as he has a nosebleed. Ugh that boy is gonna be the death of me, if not him, than this horrible apocalypse.
  

    So this is a tad bit shorter than chapter one, writers block sucks worse than a broken vacuum cleaner. Sorry for it being so short. I gotta start working on more ideas and stuff. Anyways thanks for reading and have a nice day or night.