On The Run

Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Clean up your own mess
- Robert Fulgham

I start playing music as I gather all the cleaning supplies I need right now. 

The first thing I do is get all the toilet paper off the trees, so if it rains they don't get glued to it. That takes most of my time. I go through three playlists, which have an hour or more of songs in each. It's around four in the morning now, and I just started to move onto the house itself.

I clean all the eggs off of the house, which is very time consuming since they have dried onto the house already. I scream in frustration.

"Fuck my life man! Why does this have to happen to me? I already have a shitty life to begin with, why do I have to deal with more of this bullshit!!" I say as I scrub harder on the wall.

Two hours go by, scrubbing the same spot only for me to realize that they used spray paint along with the eggs. "Urg, I really want to kill that bitch for doing this to me! But to be honest, it is completely understandable why she did it. She just doesn't want to be humiliated again by me. She's a little bitch and a coward." I say to myself as I get off the latter I was on. 

I turn off my music and head inside. It's six in the morning now, and no shops are open yet, so I just have to wait till seven comes around.

I plop down on the couch and turn on the TV. I start watching Bones to pass the time. No one is up yet in my house, so I turn the TV down to where I can hear it, but it's not blasting into other rooms.

An hour goes by and just finished the last episode of the first season. I restarted this series a few days ago, and I am very glad I just got done with the first season.

I turn off the TV, but stay sitting. I don't feel like moving just yet. I am so sorry from working on the house trying to scrub already dried paint off the walls. I was still really pissed that that bitch had to do this to me on a weekend. I'll mostly likely be cleaning this up all day.

I sigh and get up from the couch and grab my wallet and keys to a car. I pull out and drive to the nearest Home Depot. Walking in, not a lot of people are there, but who would be here at 7:30 in the fucking morning. Most people are still sleeping. Hell, I wish I was sleeping right now, even if I get nightmares that wake me up throughout the night.

I sigh and continue walking towards the paint section. I go to the blues and find the lightest colors there are to match with my house.

Once I get them, I go back home and match the color then go back to Home Depot. I asked one of the workers there to help me find the color I'm looking for and point out what he recommended. "This is all we have in that color. Now, this is going on in the exterior of your house, right?" He asks. I nod and let him continue. "Well the best and most recommended paint is this one, but this one works just as well and lasts longer." He says pointing at two different brands of paint. I nod my head at him and smile.

"Thank you for your help. I'll find you when I need more help or want to check out." I say smiling at him. He nods his head and gets back to work.

I look at the two paints debating which one to get. I want one to last, but I also want one that looks pleasing to the eye and isn't weird from a distance. I think to myself and pick the brand that lasts longer.

As I make my way to the checkout line, I get behind a man buying wires and tools.

He looks behind him when he feels my presence, and turns to look at me. He smiles at me. A look of realization flashes across his eyes. I smile back at him.

He grabs his bags and walks away. Weird, I say in my head as I place the paint bucket on the counter for the worker to scan. I pay and walk towards the exit.

At the exit doors, the man that was just in front of me stands there like he is waiting for someone.

He looks up when I pass him. "Hey!" He calls out. I look at him, wondering what he wants. "Yes?" I say putting on an innocent smile that could fool anyone. "Sorry for stopping you, you just look really familiar. Have I seen you somewhere?" He asks. I look at him confused. "I don't think so." I say confused as to why he would ask that. I remember most of the faces I see and he is not a part of that, so I don't know what he is talking about.

"Damn. I thought you were someone I used to know." He says with an innocent smile. "No, but I hope you find that friend you are looking for." I say walking away from him. "Can I get your name?" He calls out again. I smile at him "The name is Isabella." I say turn back to head towards my car.

I head back to the house and start painting the walls that have spray paint on them. 

Noon comes around and I'm just putting all the stuff I used to clean the house outside away. I smell my aunt cooking and in that second, my stomach decides to make a loud appearance. My aunt laughs while I stand there frozen for a second. Then I laugh along with her.

I eat her grilled cheese she was making and head upstairs to shower and change.