Haven

...How they live...

"Not everyone will see things from your point of view, after all, they are your eyes." (original)

CALEX

1/2/35

"Calex Wilson!!!"

I opened my eyes to see a woman standing in front of me.
My vision was blurry so I couldn't make out her face.

Who is this woman and why is she screaming my name like someone died?

I rubbed my eyes with the back of my palm.

Yes, this is definitely a dream.

I readjusted myself on the bed and closed my eyes to continue my blissful sleep but apparently this woman had other plans. She yanked off my duvet and I was about to yell when I recognized her eventually.

"Oh God, mother!"

That explained the scream. She had always been melodramatic. I had gotten used to her drama and exaggerations. She wasn't always like that, just at certain times and with certain matters. Sometimes I suspected she only did it to annoy me.

"Don't you have some place to be, it's past 8 am." She said with her arms crossed.

"8am? Then why are you just waking me up now?"
I said suddenly realizing that this time her drama might just have been worth it.

I was never late. Lots of people were obsessed with different things but I was obsessed with punctuality. It was a personal rule of mine. I was punctual to every where I went and I expected everyone else to be punctual too. So you could easily say that one thing I hated the most was lateness. It's often said 'better late than never' but my philosophy was 'better never than late'.

I looked at my alarm clock and realized it had gone off possibly after being ignored for a long time. I wondered what I did the night before because it was strange that I slept so much and even more strange that I couldn't remember what I supposedly did.

"Well, you better get dressed and be grateful you have a mother to even wake you up." She walked out the door.

My mom, I loved her with all my heart and  she meant the world to me. Our bond grew a lot more after my father died. He was her confidant but when he left us, she had to turn to me.

On days like this, I was super grateful to her.

I walked into the bathroom and splashed some water on my face from the sink then looked up and saw my reflection in the mirror.

My hair was a rumpled mess and my breath smelled faintly of alcohol.

God, what did I do last night?

I ran my hand through my hair while trying to remember what happened the night before although, I soon gave up, got in the shower, took a hot bath and just then, the information began to come in pieces.

I remembered Tyrese showed up at my house at around 7pm. It was meant to be a simple chill out session for the boys but he had other plans. He wanted us to go to this party all the way across town at that time of the day. Someone who didn't know him wouldn't believe that the dude actually had school the next day.

I remember I didn't even give his suggestion a single thought because it was just too stupid to be considered.
After that point, I couldn't really remember anything significant but I knew that something happened that I couldn't remember and that was why I woke up late. It had something to do with Tyrese. I just knew.