Louboutin to Ariat

~ Chapter 4 ~

(Picture of the "Brown" household.... also known as Liberty's house lol) 

Thursday

Sleep. All I want is sleep but the herd of elephants running through my head prevent it from overtaking me.

I groan and flip over, glaring at the ceiling of my room.

What happened? Why does my head feel like this? 

As I try to remember why I feel like this, I glance at my clock immediately regretting it as the light hits my eyes.

I look away, blinking a few times to return the stars in front of my eyes to the galaxy. 

I look back at the clock, squinting.

12:37 am

I blink a few more times, not believing my eyes, and look at it again.

Sure enough, its just past midnight.

I rake my brain for any clue as to why my head is pounding and why I'm up at this hour on a school night.

Suddenly, everything comes rushing back — well, mostly everything.

I remember beating Justin in the first match of Fifa and then loosing against Patrick in the second. Then I somehow came home and crawl into bed.

I groan and turn over, burying my head in my pillows.

All this thinking is making my head hurt.

After tossing and turning, and just making my headache worse, I stumble into my bathroom. I fumble around in the dark until I find the Tylenol. Grabbing a couple, I go downstairs. Careful not to make any noise or disrupt even more the elephants in my head.

I'm so focused on my goal to get the gatorade and get to bed that I dont even notice the voices coming from the family room, which is right next to the kitchen, making it one big room.

I walk into the pantry and quickly find the gatorade. I open it and chug some of it before taking the pills.

Taking another gulp, I walk out of the pantry.

"Liberty?"

I jump as I hear my name called. I turn and see my parents sitting on a couch in the family room.

I gulp as more memories from yesterday come back.

"Hi Mom! Dad!" I force a smile. "Shouldn't you guys be asleep?" My voice is hoarse and I mentally cringe.

Could this get any worse?

"We could be asking you the same question." Mom returns.

"Just came down for a drink." I held up the gatorade. I quickly add, "This chat has been great but I gotta get to bed. School is in a few hours and all."

"Liberty. Come sit down." Dad calls out, his voice telling me that he is in no mood to joke around.

I turn and walk into the family room. As I near my parents, I can see the disappointment in Mom's face. Her eyes are red and I doubt that it's because of the time of night. I steal a look at Dad as I sit in the seat across from them and force myself to keep looking up. His eyes are also red and his hair is sticking up in all directions. His face radiates disappointment.

Mom looks over at Dad and I see them talking through their eyes.

I know what this is all about. I know I'm in deep crap but I just wish they would just get it over with.