Hopelessly Devoted

Chapter 16

Super Rewind 《 24/12/2006

Panic arise in me as I got out of bed when I didn't hear my alarm go off. I scrambled awake, making my visions go blurry and I almost fell from the sudden dizziness that hit me. I looked at the clock on my bedside and almost slam my head onto the wall. I was supposed to be at Rachel's in about 20 minutes. I got even more angry when I realized Jacob didn't bother to wake me up.

"Jacob!"

Rubbing my eyes, I practically slammed my fist on his bedroom door. The loud metal music blasting all through the house. I really wish they made the walls thicker in this house. I could hear him scream and probably playing an air-guitar, looking like an idiot. I bang harder and longer on the door until I hear him lower done the volume of that God awful sound.

"Damn it, Jacob. You could've woken me up. I need more time to get ready."

He opens the door, revealing his naked upper body which made me cringe at the sight of it. I covered my eyes with my hands but peeked through the spaces between my fingers and felt like puking- no exaggeration at all. Jacob crosses his arms and leans his side to the door way, looking at me in amusement.

Frustrated, I slap his arm and he chuckled. "I'm being serious right now! Why didn't you wake me up?"

"Well, you could've took the minutes that you wasted banging on my door to get ready, didn't you?"

I groaned. "Shut up."

He ruffled my hair and lightly tap my cheek as if slapping me. I pushed his hand away and clicked my tongue. "Don't be mad, Medusa. Rachel said to be at her house once the blizzard stops and the roads are cleared off. She doesn't want me to kill you."

I rolled my eyes and started walking back to my room, sleep welcoming me back as I thought of how comfortable the bed was. Jacob grabs both my shoulders and clicks his tongue. I whined and tried shrugging him off but he doesn't budge.

"Oh, come on, Belle. You're already awake. Go shower and get dressed. You know how long it takes for you to get ready."

I sigh and finally got him to let go of my shoulders. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever."

"Good. You stink anyway. Can't believe Sam tolerates you."

Before he could face my wrath, he pushes me into the bathroom and runs back to his bedroom. I poked out my tongue at him as if he could see me and wasted no time freshening up. Mum was still not home from God knows where she is because if she were, the bathroom would reek of smoke and alcohol- if I'm lucky, puke all over the bathroom floor. At least twice a week, I would have to clean up after her mess. She hasn't been home much after she had broken up with a kind of serious relationship with Greg, George or whatever his name was. She never answers her phone nor tell about her whereabouts. So I would rather stay out of her business than make things worse.

Turning on the shower, I proceeded to brush my teeth and turn on the Bluetooth speaker. My favourite playlist started playing automatically and I bobbed my head, humming along. After I was done, I got out of my clothes and dumped them into the bag of dirty clothes. Once I was in the shower, it was as if the world I'm in didn't exist.

What? Didn't you know?

I am a professional bathroom singer.

I was practically screaming the lyrics out as I held out an imaginary microphone in my hand, giving out the best performance of my life. About five minutes in, Coldplay's Fix You started playing and I started fake crying as I sung. This was a daily routine of mine, especially when I'm feeling extra. I heard a banging on the door and some muffled sounds coming from the back of it.