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Chapter 8.

By the time 5:30 came. I was completely not up for going to breakfast. Why would I even agree to go in the first place? I'm not just going to forgive him and pretend that everything is okay when it's not. I was in nothing but a baggy Led Zeppelin shirt and my boxer type shorts. My hair still soaking and my make up not completely washed off, as it still ran down my face. My room was worse looking then a junk yard and it smelt of weed and beer. I rolled over on my side to face my clock after a long nap that I had taken after being high. My head pounded and once I read the clock I jolted awake. Wait. Did I have work today? Quickly standing up and dialing my work I looked around my room and scrunched up my nose at the strong stench of vodka.

"Yes, Hello. This is Cindy-"

"Hey Cindy, Its Jaylan, Did I happen to have missed work today or?"

I could tell that there was a clear smirk on her face. "Oh, hello Layla," I rolled my eyes at her speaking my name wrong once again. "No, in your luck you don't have work today" She paused. "but have you been drinking? Smoking?"

I was stunned when she asked. Why would she care. "Uhm, No..." I lied through my teeth.

"Are you positive? Oh, and Gayla if I find out that your lying to me your 100% fired." She then continued, "Its peculiar that every time you come to work you smell like a bag of drugs mixed with puke." She chuckled at her own comment. "And customers are complaining."

"Really? Are they? Is that why I got a 10 dollar tip the other day?" I questioned with a tone.

"I bet my ass you didn't,"

"Well I bet my ass I did." And with that i was done talking to Queen Bitch and hung up dropping my cracked phone onto my messy bed. I face planted into my bed groaning as my hand brushed over my bag of joints which I just rolled my eyes at. I know that I should clean up but I really didn't want to. I had zero motivation. I laid back and started at the celling just thinking about life. About friends, About family. About my mom and dad. Who both live far apart from each other. One in Sacramento and the other in New York. The divorce was horrible. My mom was miserable and I was straight up pissed, My dad had left for another women who had a brighter future. In a way I could slightly understand considering the fact that my mom is a drug addict who's struggling. But she needed someone. And my dad just, got up and left. Leaving behind a huge scar on my mother. I just wish what happened had taught me a lesson about men and how they are. But it was my mistake for trusting someone. I've learned my lesson.

My eyes shot open at the sound of crunching and cracking. Like stepping on glass. I knew who was here but I didn't bother to get up. I lifted myself from my bed slowly and unpeeled my covers from the bed so that I could climb under the sheets. I knew Megan or Izzy, whoever was here, thought I was crazy. The U cleaned broken dishes still piled near a wall and my TV still continued to lay on the ground along with throw pillows thrown everywhere.

I'm trying so many positions to try and get back to sleep. It's been a minute or so since I heard crushing glass and I figured maybe they went into the guest room or something but it was so quiet. For only a moment longer. I kinda wondered which of my friends was here. Or maybe it was an intruder since I probably forgot to lock the door. The thought scared me and I twisted and turned in my bed waiting for the person to say something to reassure me that is was one of my friends. But still nothing but foot steps and cracking. I looked towards my closed bedroom door and got up. I grabbed a cigarette from my bedside table and lit it keeping it i between my fingers as I crept over to the door of my room. I placed the ciggy in my mouth before putting my hair into a messy yet subtle bun. I slowly opened my bedroom door trying to get rid of the fear that filled me whole at the moment. I let out a puff of smoke and held it between my pointer and middle finger. I stepped out and looked to my right. A tall broad figure stood in my kitchen. With a The Offspring and his usual snapback on. A sudden wave of emotions filled me, replacing the fear with so many Unknown feelings. I didn't want to see this boy right now and here he is, in my kitchen staring down at all the broken cups. I spoke up almost instantly.