21st January, 2017...
"Tasha! Tasha!! Tasha!!!!". I'm still in bed when I hear someone screaming my name. Maybe its not me, could be someone passing by.
I turn to look at the time on my table clock. Its 6:38am... On a Saturday morning... Definitely not for me.
I turn and get more comfortable... Sleep and I can't be separated at this point."Tasha Carson!! Come open up this door right now or I won't be held responsible for my actions."
Wait a moment.. That sounds like my name. Hmmm.. Maybe I'm not lying right. I turn to face the wall. Much better. It definitely can't be my roommate Favour. Favour's decided to visit home this weekend.. The exact reason why I'm so in bed.. Time to enjoy it alone. I'll just ignore the door. The person will definitely go away. I smirk to myself and settle deeper into the bed.
"Tasha Tulip Carson!! Open this goddamn door right now or I'll do more than whip your ass when I get my hands on you."
Wait a minute... The only people who know my middle name are...naaaa... There's no way in the history of candlemarks any of them is here.
"Okay. I'm breaking down this door in 3"
Now I'm confused...
"2.."
Who's trying to get me out of bed through violence? They're probably bluffing. I'm not moving unless??
"1!!.. Timeout idiot!!"
Wait a minute.. Only one person calls me idiot.. OMG.. It can't be..
"Door down Idiot!!"
That's exactly when the loud sound of my front door crashing down jolts me out of bed, straight onto the hard floor.
"Brooke!," I yell. Shock, pain, anger, joy, all the whole 12 emotions I'm familiar with running through me at the same time. There's no way I'm sleeping now.
"Hey there bestie," she yells as she walks over into my room and guess what she does? She starts laughing, like real hard laughing... I really don't know what to do right now.
This batshit crazy demon whom I haven't seen in like forever just walked into my house; scrap that. I mean broke into my house, scared the shit out of me, ended my loving sleep, my butt is hurting because of her and she just stands there and.... Laugh??
I turn to my table clock and read the time.. 7:02am.I know I'm not laughing... I'm not even smiling. I just can't see the joke here.
"Brooke Jessie Harper, care to explain what this is? cuz I really don't get it. I'm trying to.., but I don't. So??" I ask in the calmest voice I could muster.
"O suck it up grandma, and get your butt off the floor. Don't worry I won't whip it anymore..seeing as your floor's done a good job already." She says and walks towards my closet, flinging it open and going through my clothes, mumbling some stuff I don't even care about.
"O God.. Give me strength sweet Jesus, give me strength". I close my eyes, still in that same spot. I think I have a broken butt bone (is that even possible?) cuz I can't feel my butt at all. I turn to stare at the lady in my room who's looking at me and still laughing.
"What. Is. This. All. About?" I ask her, trying to be as polite as possible.
"Really Tulip?" I cringe as she says that. If you haven't figured it out yet I hate that name. Scrap, I detest that name. Who names their child after something eatable? I know of this family and the children's names are ' Storm, Rain, Sunshine and Cloudy '. I mean what's with parents and names and their feelings?
"C'mon Tulip, I take 1 flight, 1 train and a cab down here just to see my best friend whom I haven't seen in a long time and I don't even get a hug? Isn't that just mean on a whole new level? Are you really mad?". Go figure Sherlock. I'm just having fun... on the floor... on my butt. I say nothing and just keep staring at her.
" Okay. I'm sorry. I never wanted to get you mad and I was just eager to get in and hug the life out of you. 7 whole months without seeing you has been torture." I stare at her, still saying nothing. She sighs and stretches a hand to me, "here, lemme help you up."
I take her hand but instead of allowing her pull me up, I pull her down and proceed to tickle the living bubbles out of her. We're both laughing like maniacs.
"I(laugh) thought you(laugh) were mad(laugh) at me?", she screams out. I won't even let her get a full sentence out comfortably. I keep it up for a good two minutes.
"nah... I'm so glad you're here" I say. Grinning and giving her a loud kiss, straight on her lips.
"and boy am I glad that I'm not the one you wake up next to in the morning." She says pushing me off her and squeezing her nose. "Has something been fermenting inside that mouth girl?"
I stick my tongue out at her and roll my eyes finally getting off the floor and walking to my bed.
"O no Tasha. O no you don't ", she says, stopping me from lying down. "bathroom now, off you go. Go on. I've set out the perfect outfit for you. You've got an hour."
"I'm not still following. What's going on?"
"I'm in town now baby!!" She says throwing her hand up and striking a pose and flashing her mischievous dollar sign smile.
"And.... So?"
"We're going shopping!!" She screams.
O hell.... Shopping with Brooke? Somebody please call the ER.. I'm about to die.... This can't be happening...
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Do you have that one friend that can spend the full day in a mall?🙋🙋I think I'll pretend to have a huge illness or something 😂😂💓💓
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