~Three Years Later~
I sat on the edge of the bed, the grey blue sheets wrinkling beneath my weight. The guitar laid perched in my lap. The guitar was a gift from my parents when I was younger. I admired the glistening red paint. I watched as it sparkled in the sunlight falling through the curtains. The warm light hit my skin as well. The heat sending a shock up my spine. The aluminum strings warmed my fingers as I plucked at them. The sound rang throughout the room through the amp. The beautiful melody that was forever caged in the alcove of my room. A female voice called for me from downstairs. I put the guitar on my bed and walked down to the kitchen.
"Hey honey, you sleep well? I heard you playing so I thought you would want some food." she said. My Aunt Marie always made sure I was ok. After my parents's nasty split I ran to her for salvation. She understood too. I always admired that about her.
"Yeah, I slept alright. You?" I responded. She handed me a plate with two eggs and some toast.
"Good actually! So? Any big plans for today?" she asked. She walked around the kitchen island towards the fridge. She grabbed the creamer. "Coffee?"
"Yes please" I responded grabbing the mug from her. "Yeah, I don't think I'll do anything today. It's more of a rest day today."
"That's nice. You don't have to work today?" she questioned. I shook my head. I worked at a small record store a few blocks down. It wasn't much but I've always enjoyed it. It had nice pay and they offered to pay my college tuition so I wasn't complaining.
"I still might go in. I've been looking for an album." I replied. She nodded and walked over to the dining room table and sat at the head. I followed, sitting down next to her. I ate my food and drank my coffee. I waited patiently to be dismissed from the table. I had to be careful because my Aunt Marie hated when people left in the middle of a conversation. It was hard to tell when she was done talking though. She finished her food and walked over to the sink. She put her plates in the sink and walked towards the coat rack next to the door.
"I have to work at the hospital today, so I won't be home till late. If you need anything, remember to call ok? Love you, Have a good day!" She called, grabbing her coat and walking out the door. The door slammed behind her, leaving me alone in the house.
I put my plates in the sink and walked up to my bathroom. Stripping down, I got into the shower and washed the grease out of my hair. My hands ran through my tangled hair, brushing through the knots. I got out of the shower, wrapped a towel around my waist, and blow dried my black locks. I finished blow drying my hair and walked out to get my clothes. I threw on a pair of black jeans and a Led Zeppelin t-shirt. I went down the stairs and sat down on the couch, scrolling through my phone.
It wasn't often I got a day off, but with winter break here, I had plenty of time to completely enjoy myself. A sudden rap at the door emerged. I got up to answer, dragging my feet. I swung open the door, to reveal a woman. I didn't recognize her, as her back was turned. She did look strangely familiar though.
"Hello?" I asked. She spun around and smiled. It didn't take me long to realize who she was. "Can I help you?"
"Xavier, sweety. Why aren't you answering my calls? My texts? I just want you to come home. You've grown up so much. I miss you." she whined. I never did like her desperation. It was irritating and stupid.
"Mom, I already told you. I'm not coming home, I'm happy here. I have been for the past three years. I told you after graduation when you magicly decided to care two years ago, I told you when I started college a year ago, and I will tell you again now. I don't care. I have never cared. I am not coming home. For Nixon's sake. He'd want me to have a better life." I scowled. She furrowed her brow.
