HypoFaker

Chapter 4: Shut Them Out

Moaning.

Moaning was all I heard a few rooms away from mine. It started as small whimpers but now its careful yet loud moans.

Good god it was annoying.

I already knew who it was. Sadly, my mom and stepdad.

My real father left. Gone. Couldn't take how my mother was. Although, I still blame it on him and hold a grudge. A mighty one at that.

But now, I'm starting to hate my stepdad as well. I'm trying to sleep, as they very clearly know. But what do they do? They do what new lovers do at night. When they think everyone is dead asleep.

But I'm not. And after this, I don't think I ever will.

I growled in frustration in the darkness of my room. Is it that difficult to stay quiet? To respect that I'm trying to rest after I hadn't in a few days after staying up anxiously late?

The worst part is that their room isn't on the same floor as mine, but then again my door was open.

How loud do they have to be? It almost feel like they're somehow disgustingly rubbing it in my face.

I sat up, as my cat perked up at her end of the bed. She lightly meowed and started to scratch her ear, this I could feel with the shaking.

Tossing my legs over the side of my bed and quickly walking to my closet, (a walk in closet which was courtesy of the upgraded house), and felt over the sweater section of my clothes. Running my fingers over each of the tags; splattered with studs all over to indicate color and which ones had words, including what words.

My sweater and hoodie collection consisted a lot of what I call "soda sweaters" which had all different kinds of cool pop. Some were foreign, and some were the well known classics including Coca~Cola and Dr.pepper.

But never Pepsi, Pepsi is evil.

I threw on a short sleeved sweet red and orange Manzanita hoodie. I remember the colors due to purchasing all of these hoodies and sweaters before my blindness struck. And the colors sure were eye candy to me.

What a sweet time.

I threw on black capris and adjusted my raven curls. The months following the announcement of my blindness, I never bothered to cut my hair. Never truly speculated what I wore or looked like. Since I simply never bothered to go outside. So now they stretch a little further than my shoulders.

I tied up my high top black and white converse, grabbed my satchel, and headed carefully downstairs.

And it sure as hell made me wish I had become deaf instead of blind.

I whipped out my "trusty" white cane and began to walk. I pressed my watch when I got to the gate and it spoke.

So yes, I was taking a nice walk at one in the morning. I had to get away from that fake orgasm fest.

We lived in a gated community, but that never stopped me. We only lived here because of my mothers job and sincere boss.

After I got out I didn't know where to head, so I made my way to the nearest gas station, which I was very familiar with. It was open 24 hours luckily. Perfect for mishaps like this.

My cane tapped away as I silently made my way down the sidewalk in the night. Or, morning?

A little less than the normal amount of cars passed me, based on my ears. Not paying me any mind oddly enough.

The gas station was called "Happy Gas" which made it seem like what the dentist gives you. Or the doctor; so either they thought too much into this or too little.

A little more than ten minutes later, my thoughts were confirmed when I entered and an employee sleepily greeted me with "Welcome to Happy Gas, our prices are never as high as our name."

They definitely thought too much into this.

I made my way around the store. I only had six dollars on me, yet I expected to get lots of junk.

I facepalmed myself when I realized I forgot one thing.

I can't see.

I listened for any footsteps nearby and eventually heard a pair.

"Excuse me." I boldly called out to the stranger.

Nobody answered for a few seconds until I felt a firm hand on my shoulder, "Do you need help?" The voice replied. It was male and seemed to be in its late teens.

I shrugged their hand off and put on a smile, "Can you help me with my shopping?" I asked.

"At the gas station at one in the morning?" The voice seemed confused. It was a warm voice, no cracks or hesitation. It was masculine and a little strong.

"Uh..yes. Nothing wrong with that." I nodded and held my confidence.

"What do you need?" The voice seemed sarcastic. It partially annoyed her.

Perhaps a voice she would get to know?

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