playdead

Chapter Seventeen

Breezy sighed so angrily it sounded like a grunt.

She arrived to her house, a one story house painted white with the paint starting to peel off. The smell of marijuana filled her nostrils from her neighbors nearby.

Breezy didn't have a good relationship with her mother. Her father is understanding, but usually has to be on her side in an argument otherwise she'll freak out.

But her father does help her after an argument. Breezy can tell he's on her side instead of Breezy's mom.

Breezy walked down the shirt concrete path and opened the door. The smell of perfume invaded her nostrils once again.

The TV was blaring the show "Full House" on full volume. Her mother sat on a Lay-Z-Boy chair with her legs up.

She looked feral. Like a stray dog inhabiting her house and feeding off of their food. It not only felt like it, but it felt disgusting sharing a space with that monster.

"I'm home." Breezy said, closing the door.

"Give me another pack of cigarettes." Breezy's mom said.

Hmm? Not even a "welcome home." Not even a "hi." Not even a fucking greeting.

Instead, Breezy's mother would rather choke and inhale a tube of tobacco than say hello to the living thing that popped out of her ovaries.

Breezy's breathed heavily in anger. She balled her fists, she started shaking. But at last, she sighed and calmed down. She lowered her anger and saved it for later.

"Can you hurry the fuck up? Is it that hard to get cigars?" Breezy's mom said.

Breezy grabbed a pack of cigarettes on the kitchen counter and went over to her, and tossed them at her mom. She rolled her eyes and went back to her pack.

"Hey! Don't fucking treat me like your girlfriends." Breezy's mother called.

"'Kay mom. Get high already." Breezy replied, grabbing her pack and heading to her room.

"Hey! You get the hell back here you fucking brat!" Breezy's mom shouted.

Breezy flipped her off with her back turned and went to her room. She entered and closed and locked the door.

Breezy tossed her pack to the side and laid down. She turned on the radio and twisted the dial to her favorite station. Guns N' Roses was playing their song, Paradise City.

Breezy sang along to the song silently. As she was doing this, she couldn't help to see him in her head.

Simon.

Why was he in her head? Why was she thinking about him?
Breezy tried to ignore it.

But that face of his, the way he acted...

No! No, you can't. Why can't I? Because, I don't want to.

Breezy scowled. Was something wrong with her?

Why am I like this? The first 8 hours I'm with a boy, somehow I'm already in love Breezy thought.

Breezy shifted to the side. She frowned.

She turned off her radio and listened to the TV in the other room. She hated this feeling.

Oh right. It's Saturday tomorrow.

Breezy's eyes fluttered and closed entirely after a few minutes. She drifted off to sleep, thinking about Simon. Simon. Was she really in love?