Dreamland// P. Parker

34. Sleep Deprived

Friday, November 17, 2017.

"What are you doing sleeping?!"

I shot up at the loud noise. Oh dang, I fell asleep on the phone with Axel. I looked out the window to see it was dark out. When I fell asleep, it was still daylight outside. I must've been sleeping for a while.

I saw Peter yesterday. I kissed him. And he kissed me. Holy shit, he kissed me. My best friend and I kissed. And he said he loved me!

And I said I loved him. Holy crap!

I wanted to go back and see him. It was going to be agony not seeing him for an entire day. But, sadly, I had to get through the day to get to him again.

So, resume to where I'm being yelled at. The voice was no other than Mother Dearest. Isn't that a surprise? I guess I caught her in the explosion. 

Boom (That was a sarcastic boom if you couldn't tell).

I guess her date didn't go so well. I couldn't say I was surprised. Her steak was probably cold.

"Hey, mom, welcome home. I must've fallen asleep after I did the chores."

She narrowed her eyes at me. Uh oh.

"And why didn't you make dinner?" She asked matter-of-factly.

I sat up completely and blinked a couple of times. "Uh..."

She had just gotten back from a dinner date. Why on Earth would she want me to make dinner?

"Didn't you just come back from dinner?"

She crossed her arms. "I'm still hungry. Go make some dinner for me."

"Uhm, okay. What time is it?"

"Does it matter?!" She quipped.

"Well, I was just asking because I fell asleep earlier and wanted to know the time-"

"It's because you're insulting me for eating so late!"

'Did I not just explain myself?'

"Whatever, Lilo. It's getting late anyway," She checked the time. "Dammit, it's one AM. You're no fucking help, you know that? No wonder David left us."

I frowned. Once again, my father had nothing to do with it. But of course, she has to blame me for him dying. I couldn't help that he got sick, although I wish I did. If I had the power to do that, he wouldn't have gotten sick at all. He would still be alive. 

"How many times do I have to tell you..." I begged as I could feel the lump in my throat. "I couldn't control that dad died. If I did, I wouldn't have let him ge-"

"Shut up!" She yelled. I closed my mouth and waited for her spiel. "God, you talk too much! Can't you learn to make good use of yourself? I can't stand you sometimes."

Okay, so, her only point of waking me up was to insult me. Couldn't she make better use of herself? And she said I was the one she couldn't stand.

I sat in silence, waiting for her to continue. If I tried to speak, I probably would've been told to shut up again. So, by not talking, I didn't instigate further.

"Well?" She asked harshly.

I looked around and furrowed my eyebrows. "Well...what?"

She crossed her arms and scoffed. "Aren't you going to ask how my date was?"

Oh, right, of course. Like I cared so much about my mother going out on a date.

"How was your date, mother?"