Vengeance

0.6- you remind me of something i dont know what it is

"You remind me of something... I don't know what it is.."

The next morning I realize that this has made it the second time I have woken up in this house. The second morning that the sunshine has woken me up and made me grumpy. Why must this room have no curtains? Was it necessary. I grumbled as I got out of the bed, which was more than comfortable. I had a slight ache in my neck which I was sure a nice hot shower would fix.

I trotted across the hardwood floors coming closer to the bathroom door. I didn't understand this door though. It was like a conjoined bathroom, but there was no door to the other side? It made me wonder why Gina was always in this bathroom. Did the plumbing not work? This Oregon girl was everywhere I was. I was surprised that she wasn't in my face bright and early right now. I glanced at the clock in the bathroom, it was just after 5 in the morning.

Another thought popped into my head. Was it not supposed to be dark at 5 in the morning? Wasn't the sun supposed to come up near 6? I ran my hands through my hair and walked to one of the windows. I peeked out of it and realized that the window was hot. I ran my fingers across the window feeling the heat. Once I was near the edge of the window I realized that there were lights all inside of the window. This was artificial light. I was sure it was not there yesterday morning.

I squinted my eyes trying to find a plug. Once I located it I hoisted it from the wall. I gripped it my hand and walked out of my temporary room. That's all this was, was temporary. I wasn't going to live here forever. It already felt like forever though with Gina in this house.

I slammed her door open and noticed the lights were off. So she wasn't up but she wanted me to be up at the crack of dawn. What was this? Early childhood days? I sighed and found a plug, connecting the light to the wall. I placed the light on a nearby dresser and found my way back to my room. I hope it woke her up like it did me.

Once I was out of the shower and dressed in a new pair of black pants I had bought myself, along with a new plain shirt, I made my way down stairs. Imogen was up bright and early making breakfast again.

"Harold, what is that thing in your hair?" Imogen asked.

I sighed, remembering that I had a bandana pushing my hair from my face. My hair was getting to long, it was time for a cut.

"Good morning to you to, Imogen." I said.

She looked away from me. "Your tattoos don't wash away? They are here to stay?" She asks me.

I lick my index finger and rub my arm. "Permanent." I say.

She rolls her eyes at me. "Only the old fishermen here have inked skin, Harold." She says to me.

"Well then, better count me as one of them. I mean I do have a ship tattoo after all." I say to her.

She does something with the pan of food and then passes me a plate. I am about to take a bite when she whacks my head.

"Say grace." She says.

I raised an eyebrow at her and she glared at me. Grace? That was not something I ever did. I wasn't exactly a religious person. I coughed to clear my throat as I said, "Thanks for the food."

I took a big heaping bite of eggs. Imogen just rolled her eyes but did not say anything more. I was glad because I don't think I could take her bickering anymore. Once I was done with my plate that's when the glorious frizzy haired, Gina came down the steps. She glared at me. Her hair was in a ball on top of her head. I had never seen her in the morning but I was glad I could this morning because she was looking rough. She had sleep still in her eyes and I do believe I saw her flip me off.