i walked out of my room and into the kitchen. it was 7:32am and my eyes were still adjusting to the sudden light they were exposed to. i squinted slightly, rubbing both eyes in attempt to help them adjust.
"hiya dan" my little brother spoke to me.
wow. that's a first.
"adrian, when do you ever talk to me?" i ask in serious confusion.
"all the time, actually. you just never listen" he scowled, continuing to eat his coco pops.
i walk over to mum and give her a hug.
"good morning, dan. did you sleep alright?" she asked me.
"yes, fine. what about you?" she looked down.
"i slept, okay" she said, "not terribly" she smiled and continued making lunch.
i wondered what had happened last night. i was too asleep to know or have heard anything. my stomach started to knot up in anxiety, worried that dad might've hurt her.
he wouldn't of. he shouldn't of. he couldn't off...
i decided the best thing to do was not to jump to conclusions. maybe she was just feeling a bit, sick?
it was best to stay positive in this situation- for mum's sake, of course.
i grabbed my lunch, hugged my mum and started the journey to school.
today was the next day i got to see him.
phil lester.
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