Fate's Cruel Hand

Chapter 6

Hayden

I woke up to the sound of an alarm blaring. I searched my bed for my phone and felt the cold glass pressed up against my hand. I held it to my face and open my eyes the tiniest bit I could. I was confused to see that my alarm was not, in fact, going off. I glanced around to see if there was an alarm clock in this room. There wasn't. At least not that I could see. I threw the blanket off me and swung my legs over the side of the bed to investigate further, just then the alarm stopped it's incessant blaring.

I glanced around the room one more time before I decided that I didn't really care and flopped back onto the bed. It was so soft, it was the softest thing I had laid on, touched even, since my bed back home. I shook my head, no that house isn't home, and it never was. I had been drilling that into my head since the moment that squeaky-voiced lawyer had told me that I had nothing. In order to clear these thoughts from my head, I pulled the giant, fuzzy, blanket up and over my head.

I closed my eyes and took a deep breath and then let it out. After a while of repeating this, my mind was clear, but I realized I wouldn't be falling back asleep anytime soon. I internally shrugged, no matter this was the best night's sleep I'd had in months.

I threw the blanket off of me and sat up, leaning against the headboard of the bed frame. I picked my phone up from where I'd carelessly tossed it to the side of the bed and clicked the screen on. It was 6:30 in the morning and now I was left wondering why the fuck somebody would have an alarm set for 6:30 in the morning. Seriously, who in their right minds would do something like that. I sighed, I mean what did I care there was probably a good reason for it. Rachel seemed like a person who did things for a reason.

I swiped the screen to unlock it, I don't really know why I did this though. It's not like I had any games to play, or people to talk to, or anything to do on it anyways. The only reason I keep the damn thing is that it holds the last conversation I had with both my parents, some pictures I really like. And if Kyle ever decided he was a good person and wanted to call me I kinda need a phone.

Although I have all these reasons for keeping my phone, it's also the bane of my existence. In order to keep it working, I have to pay the phone bill and in order to pay the phone bill, I have to have money. And money was something I had very little of.

I opened my photo gallery and scrolled through the forced pictures of my family, they may have hated me, and I them, but it doesn't mean I wished death on them. A knock on the door caused me to quickly click the phone off.

"Yeah?" I called, Rachel's voice came through the door.

"Can I come in?" she asked. I nodded, then realized that she couldn't see me through the door so I swung my legs back over the bed and stood up.

I was wearing some old sweatpants that had belonged to Rachel's ex-husband when he lived there. She hadn't been able to find a shirt though, which was fine because I preferred to sleep in just sweatpants anyways.

I stepped over to the door and turned the knob, swinging it open. Revealing Rachel in a teal spaghetti strap tank top with pineapples decorating the whole thing, and matching shorts. She was holding a small pile of clothes.

"Good morning, what's that?" I asked her. She held the small pile out for me to take so I did.

"I went through the rest of my closet last night. This is the rest of Rob's stuff that he left here" I glanced through the pile quickly there were a couple of t-shirts, a hoodie, some jeans and a pair of shorts. I looked back up at Rachel, my eyes welling with tears.

"Thank you so much, Rachel. Seriously you have no idea how much this means to me. Thank you so much for everything you've done for me. I don't deserve your kindness" I told her. Rachel looked at me sadly,