I hear my door open, but i don't move.
"Macy?" i hear a deep voice call. I'm too lazy to function.
He shakes me. "Macy."
"You don't have to shake me, im awake." i groan, shaking his hand off of me.
"Well, your mom said its time to get up and actually do something. Its 11 o'clock." he tells me. I look up at him and he's dressed in all black; black jeans, black shirt, black shoes. His eyes even looked black.
I think about getting up, but then i remembered how rude he sounded this morning. "Well, tell her i said to fuck off."
I roll back over, close my eyes, and hear his footsteps go up the stairs as he closes the door behind him.
...
After a literal battle between me and my mother, i finally decided to get up and drag myself upstairs.
"Now, what was so important that i had to get up?" i complain to my mom.
I pull out a bar stool next to jack and take a seat as my mom slides us both a glass of orange juice. "You," she emphasizes and points to me, "will be taking Jack to target to find some hygiene items, since all of that stuff is still at their house. And i, will be taking Katherine on a little shopping spree."
I roll my eyes at the thought of us being alone together.
He just seems rude as fuck already and we're literally wiping his own ass for him. Ungrateful asshole.
"Does this mean i can go shopping for myself too?" i get a little excited at the thought. Shopping is one of my favorite things. Especially when the money isnt coming from my bank account. Ha ha.
My mom takes a deep breath and rubs her temples, knowing damn well that if she says no, then I'll say no to taking Jack. "Fine," she gives in. "I don't care. Just don't spend over $200 total, between the both of you."
Two-hundred dollars is a little tight between the both of us, but I'm sure we'll manage. After all, i know how to get a five finger discount.
...
The drive there was really quiet, but the drive back i did most of the talking. I told him about my school and plans for college, and the trip to Belize that my church group took, but he still didn't say a word. His eyes stayed glued to the road ahead and he kept his jaw flexed.
As we pulled up to my house, he seemed a little pissed off. I honestly have no idea what for, i just bought him $150 of stuff that's gonna be gone in a month.
I watch as he angrily gets out of my car and slams my door shut, i cant help but blurt out. "Okay, Jack. What the hell is your problem?"
He turns to look at me and his eyes are full of anger. I know this isnt gonna be good.
"Whats my problem?" he asks. "You. You are my fucking problem. This house is my problem. You guys act like you've never had a struggle in the damn world and everyone has to bow down and kiss your ass. I bet whenever you need something, you go and ask your precious daddy for it, don't you? Spoiled ass little girl."
My heart sunk at the fact that he doesnt think i have problems. Just because I'm not faced with the problems he has, doesn't mean I'm not allowed to have problems.
I try to fight back the tears and swallow the lump forming in my throat. "I don't have a dad actually." i say quietly.
His expression changes, but he doesn't say a word. He just looks at me and goes inside.
