The Shade's Of You. | ✓

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Sophia.

Music blast loudly enough to hear throughout my apartment as I cook and bake, wearing next to nothing because it's hot and it was just last weekend that Charlie had crashed our electric fan into bits and pieces.

That child is sooo weirdly weird.

And his mood swings, they confuse me.

What's a small child like him got to be so angry for? 

“I'm like yeah, whatever we're still living like that,” I sing along to the song, flopping chocolate batter everywhere with my spatula, hitting the floors and maybe the ceiling.

Not even caring that by tomorrow morning I'll most probably be crying because of this mess I caused.

My question of Charlie flutters through my mind again, it's an ongoing question that always seems to be popping up. He won't answer and I can't answer for him either because I, myself can't seem to understand or get through to him.

Well. I can think of a few things to be angry at his age but nothing really serious except— his parents death.

I stop and frown, maybe we do need to see a therapist when he gets back. I mean if he heard and saw everything by his sneaky ways, then the child could be serious traumatized— fuck, I'm a mad parent, so fucking bad.

Why had I not thought of this sooner?

My eyes stare hard at the chocolate covered utensil and I sigh, heavily, just as knocking against the door starts.

I frown and run towards it after slowing down my too loud music because I wasn't hearing things, there is someone knocking on my door. But I don't remember anyone telling me their coming over, neither did I invite anyone.

Jake had picked up his daughter an hour ago and by my guesses, their probably fast asleep by now and nobody else would walk this late into the night either.

I stand on my tippy toes and lean against the door, trying to see through the peep hole but I don't see anyone.

Yet, the knocking is loud and consistent.

Holy shit, could it be a ghost?

Do those things even exist anymore?

Thousands of conspiracy theories rush and cloud my mind but I shove them away— I should really stop trying to scare myself like this, it's going to become a huge problem if it continues. I'll most likely give myself a fucking heart attack and die from suspicion— what a way to go out.

I slowly twist the lock and shut my eyes, sending a silent prayer to the god almighty before yanking open the door.

A gasp and a, “Why are you naked?” Resonates around.

My eyes snap open and I gape down at the child in shock and utter confusion. “Charlie, what are you doing here?” I question, shuffling his little body inside the apartment. “And I am not naked, watch your mouth.” I mutter after.

He stands there on his spot staring up at me with his usual, are you serious right now, look and I nod my head.

His hand is on his hip and his basically dressed in his clothes from earlier except for his shoes, I have never seen those before so I'm guessing it's probably new but still, that doesn't do anything for my confusion at why his here.

“What are you doing here— not that I mind but just, I'm confused ?” I mumble out my question and he smirks.

Charlie shrugs his shoulders and eyes my spatula before his eyes widen in delight and he scurrys off towards the kitchen in a fast pace and I follow close behind him.