Cause and Effect

Part 39

~Brent~

I was rudely woken up when Zander and Oliver came in reporting that Zander had gotten a job for Harold. Well, it wasn't rude, but when you are sleeping and somebody wakes you up, anything is rude. I woke up to Bradly whispering in my face to wake up as he sat in front of me, trying to be sweet.

"Brent, Zander and Oliver are-"He tried softly.

"I don't give half a rat's ass what Zebras and Olives are doing, I want to sleep. And damn it, if I can't do that in this shit-country, I don't know what I can do!" I grumbled into my pillow that I was snuggling. I heard a deep chuckle, receiving an immediate scowl from me.

"Okay, Brent. Go back to bed." The voice said and I allowed a small smile to form on my face.

I really like this person's voice. They should keep talking so I can fall back to sleep I thought, half asleep.

"Goodnight, pretty voice." I said, reaching out to pet whoever had been talking's head. Instead, I got their chest and settled for that, feeling the tough muscle beneath the person's shirt. I felt the rumble of their growl in their chest, then some muttering about a 'cold shower' as I pulled my hand back and fell back into a dreamless sleep.

That's the best kind.

When I woke up that next morning- scratch that, that was a lie- that next afternoon, I was well rested and looked ridiculous. My ponytail was at the bottom of my hair and my hair looked like a bird's nest. Sleep was still in my eyes, but the deep purple bags under my eyes were lessened and not as noticeable anymore. Having been free of nightmares last night, my eyes weren't puffy from crying and my mind was clear of any stress induced pounding.

This day was already starting off well.

I grasped hold of the handle to my bedazzled brush (a Christmas present from Daniel) and ran it through my hair, pulling all the tangles free. It was puffy after, but would soon calm down with some soothing from my hands.

I quickly remembered my interview for the bar today that Bradly informed me of yesterday and went to my closet to find my interview clothes. I didn't apply makeup and threw my hair into a ponytail. I strolled out my bedroom door and was about to walk out the front door when Ally's voice stopped me.

"What in the hell are you wearing?" she asked incredulously. I raised a brow and looked down to my blazer, silk blouse, and pencil skirt.

"My interview outfit?" I said in a questioning tone.

"To the bar?!" her eyes bugged.

"..." I didn't answer.

"Oh, come here." She sighed, pulling me back into my room, slamming the door, and shoving me onto my bed as she walked to the closet. I huffed, not seeing what was wrong with my outfit. Yes, I hated this outfit and all of its glory, but it is the 'proper attire' for an interview. That is the information my father has drilled into my head...

Suddenly at the mention of him, my skin crawls and I feel uncomfortable in my clothing. Well, even more uncomfortable...

Ally pulls several shirts, jeans, shorts, and shoes from my closet, all of which are dark colors. Then again, I don't have a lot of light colors in my closet. She sets them up as separate pairs of outfits and throws one towards me. It is a simple black tank, army green skinny jeans, and combat boots. I shrug it on and she shakes her head, passing me another outfit.

When we are finally done trying all her outfits done, she passes the one that she thinks suits me more. It is a simple outfit consisting of a black bustier and ripped high black jeans. I slipped on some black boot heels that shot for the sky as Ally does my make up.