The Day You Ruined My Life

Home Again

Chapter 7

Home Again

I got back in the apartment and looked at my puppy, Logan. He looked like his eyeballs were going to float out of his head for having to pee so bad. Poor thing had been waiting all morning to go outand relieve himself. What a good boy for not going in the house!

"Ok baby, wanna go out?"

His ears perked up so fast it was almost comical, if not for the fact that I felt so bad about him having to wait all night for me just so he could go pee.

He ran to the door I had JUST come in and literally grabbed his leash with his mouth and waited mostly patiently for me by the door, only whining a little bit despite his urgent predicament. I dragged myself over to him and sighed softly, jeez i was exhausted.

"Alright bud, let's go!"

Back down the elevator and outside for ten minutes while he sniffed everything and marked his territory, which for a dog is apparently everything that they walk past.

I almost walked around the corner to Starbucks to get my usual grande iced frappaccino, but decided against the whole idea of caffeine and decided I'd take a quick nap when i was done with our walk and just walked to the store for cigarettes and an apple juice.

After he was done with his business and I got my stuff from the store, i got back up to my apartment and fell onto my bed, before even having a chance to change out of last night's clothes or take off my make-up and shower.

I figured i had only slept for an hour or two since i was usually pretty good at functioning on only a couple hours of sleep (thanks to finishing late night term papers in high school). I rolled over to have Logan start licking my face non stop,probably to tell me he was hungry. Damn dog, so spoiled. It couldn't have been much later than 1 or 2 I figured, but boy was i wrong! I caught a glance at my alarm clock, which i had totally forgot to set incase i overslept, out of my peripheral vision, and, SHIT! 7:00! I slept all day!

I ran to the kitchen and made some quick doggy dinner and reluctantly grabbed my phone, knowing I probably was so dead right now. To my utter surprise (note the sarcasm dripping) I had 15 missed calls, 7 texts, 4 voicemails, and one missed video call! OHHH MAN! SOOOO DEAD!

I went into the text messages first, even though I knew who they were from. I was supposed to go to my parents house today, but neither one of them could text to save their lives.It could only be from Raechel.

First one "Soooo? How's it going? You two making out yet?"

Second one "UMMM, HELLO? Is it going so good you can't reply? ;)"

Third, "What the hell man, so much for keeping me informed"

Most of them started getting somewhat aggravated sounding until the last one.

"Ok, first I was pissed that you were ignoring me or forgot about me. Now I'm getting worried. It's not like you to not say anything to me all night. Dreamy guy or not. PLEASE let me know you're ok! -Rae"

UGH! How was i going to explain this to her? I mean, of the two of us, she was always the party girl and I was the quieter one, but drugs? even she was going to have a fit over this.

Unless....I don't tell her. I mean, it was a one time thing, right? It's not like I'm going to become some drug crazed person. my mind started to wander for a minute before I was brought back to reality by the oh so familiar ring tone i set for my family. "Mi casa" flashed on the phone screen, meaning it was my parents house calling, probably getting genuinly freaked out by my lack of response to them calling all day, bundled with the fact that i was supposed to go over there today to see my baby niece.

"Hey Mom" (I guessed, since she was usually the one to call, and rarely my dad)

"Jesus Kathleen, I've been calling you all day! What the hell happened to you?" Now,my mom never swore, so her just saying hell meant I was in deep.

"Uhhh, sorry ma, I was really sick today when I woke up and must have just gone back to sleep all day." I lied. I hated doing it, but what else could I do? She instantly started to fuss over the phone, me being the youngest of my siblings.

"Are you ok? What's wrong? Should I come up there and take care of you?"

"MAAAAA! I'm 19,I'm in college.I can take care of myself. But anyways, I'm wicked sorry about today. I just felt so crappy and all I wanted to do was sleep. (half a lie)

"Ok, well, I am still mad at you, but I guess I can't be too mad if you were sick. Are you sure you don't want me to come get you? Bring you home and take care of my baby? Your old room is still just how you left it."

"A mess?" I scoffed.

"Well, sort of, but I cleaned up a little. Just the clothes off the floor, really."

I was really starting to feel bad now. My poor mother was being so nice and seemed so genuinly worried, which i guess made sense, I am her daughter. I almost felt dizzy and sick with guilt, I just needed to get off the phone.

"Really mom, I'm ok.I have to take Logan out though. He finished his dinner and is giving me his puppy dog eyes looking at his leash to go out. Ok? I love you. Tell dad I love him and tell Sam and Jackie (my brother and his wife) I'm sorry I didn't get to see baby Madison today. Gotta go, bye." I hung up before she had a chance to say much of anything afterthat except a quck bye.

I hated myself for lying, and so easily at that. I was pretty worked up about that. I decided that instead of just taking Logan out to go to the bathroom, I'd go for a run, I haven't gone for a run in a long time.

I threw on my running pants and sneakers, put my Ipod buds in my ears, grabbed the long leash I used when jogging with the dog and set off down the stairs, figuring it would be a good warm up. I needed some calming music after all that and put "breathe" by Alexi Murdoch on, and started down the headlight filled road. "Don't forget to breathe" The words pounded in my ears, being good advice for my current mood and given that I was running.