Conflicted

Chapter 2

Ada Johnson's P. O. V

My bleary eyes barely have the strength to open as I shove my face deeper into my comforter as I pull the pillow further over my head. The bright light pierces through somehow which causes me to internally groan as I wonder how long I have to lay in till my alarm goes off. I ponder my options for a few seconds, my half asleep brain not comprehending much but I finally manage to hoist my arm out of the bed and onto my bedside table as I pay blindly around for my phone. As soon as my skin touches the cool glass surface, I lift it off of the table and peek at it through one bleary eye. My mood further dropping as I realise I woke up five minutes before my alarm goes off.

Already I can tell that this is going to be a crap day, my annoyance steadily rising within the first few minutes of it. Grumbling under my breath, I flop my head down further into my pillow and decide to get five minutes of sleep till my alarm inevitably goes off. Cherishing each and every second of my precious sleep that consumes every fibre of my being. That doesn't last long as the shrill tone of my alarm makes me groan so loud someone would thing I was being brutally murdered in here.

Then again I don't think you groan when you're being hacked to death.

It's like putting my brain on auto pilot as I fall out of bed, landing on the nice cold floor which I take in. That is until I get my butt into gear as I trudge to the bathroom, switching the light on as I make my way into it due to the lack of light. Still grumbling under my breath, I strip off my clothes and dive head first into the cold shower which instantly locks my limbs into place as my brain reboots itself for the day to come. This is my daily routine, consisting of just barely managing to get out of my bed, taking a cold shower to wake myself up, and then getting presentable enough to not make the living run away from how I normally look. Stepping out of the shower, I let my hair air dry as I wrap a towel around myself and start brushing my teeth while simultaneously looking for a pair of jeans and a shirt to wear to work. Setting my clothes on my bed, I leave my room- after brushing my teeth, still in my towel as I call out for Sammie.

"You still here?" I question as my voice echoes throughout the apartment but the lack of reply makes me aware that Sammie must have left extra early this time. Just to be one hundred percent certain , I wander into her room and sure enough her messed up bed and open yet half empty drawers show that she's already hit the road.

I guess it'll be a few lonely nights in store for me then.

Heading to the fridge, I don't even bother opening it since I know there's barely anything in it as I pop some bread into the toaster and wait for it to do its thing while I make myself some fresh coffee. The other thing which manages to wake me up into a somewhat coherent state. Grabbing a plate, I place my toast onto it and am about to reach into the fridge for some butter till it hits me that we are out of that too. Shaking my head at my current state, I seat myself at my table with my plain toast and black coffee as I dig into my meal fit for a king, or rather queen.

Just as I'm finishing up with my breakfast, my phones caller tune rings throughout the apartment causing me to momentarily freeze. No one ever calls me. Why is someone calling me? Frowning to myself, I brush off my crumbs from my clothes which I quickly realise is actually my towel since I hadn't bothered to change yet, and head in the direction of where I can hear my phone chiming from. My frown deepens as I rush to my room but it's nowhere in sight causing me to lift my quilt up and shake it about since my phone somehow managed to tangle itself all up into it. The phone falls out the quilt and topples onto my floor as I dive for it, momentarily checking the Caller ID which I don't recognise.

"Hello?" I question breathily as I try to calm myself down from the mini task I just performed.

"Hey Ada! I have some bad news for ya." My brow furrows as I pull the phone away from my ear and check the Caller ID once more, trying to figure out whose on the other end of it, "Um. I'm sorry but who is this?" My tone comes out confused as I hear a scratchy laugh on the other end of the line. "It's me Jamie. Your boss." The picture of a short chubby man with a balding hairline runs through the back of my mind as I nod my head at him.