A lost slumber

XVI

On Monday I wake up feeling bitter and defeated. I started to reflect everything that happened this weekend. I got arrested , I can't trust my therapist , and my mom turned on me. I'm grateful that my dad was there to distract me , but unfortunately I can't afford to be distracted. I get out of the hotel bed and stretch. I notice that there is already an outfit waiting for me. There was a bridal pink silk satin off the shoulder romper ( with no sleeves) that stopped right above the ankle, and opened toed iridescent slides waiting for me. There was a note next to the outfit that said , " Wear this with confidence , Love Dad." In awe, I looked at the outfit once again. ' Damn that man knows how to dress.' I think. I don't allow myself to get distracted for long , so shake my head to regain my focus.

I walk to the bathroom and look into the mirror. ' I can do this' I tell myself. I know as soon as I walk into school, there will be people talking about me and I was going to prepare myself. I take a shower and head back to the room. I dry myself off and put on my outfit. I look at the chair across the bed. There was something on it. I moved towards it to get a closer look and I saw it was a bag with another note. " I know this won't replace your old one but at least it matches your outfit - Dad." My dad got me a mini book bag to take the place of the one that got confiscated with my car. As cute as it was , I couldn't focus on that. I might have lost my bag and got a replacement but what was I going about my car?

I open the room door and head down the hall to the elevator. I counted all the doors on my way to the elevator. Room 405 , 406, 407 408.... The amount of doors I passed by seemed to blur into each other. I was about to enter but I got a text message. It read : ' are you going to check out first?'. It was from my dad and I replied to his message with a yes. He told me I should come back to his room because he was going to take me to school. I told him okay and headed towards his room. I was about to knock on the door , when my dad suddenly opened the door. " Oh." He said.

" Why do you look like you're in a rush." I asked , confused.

" Oh I thought you were at the lobby , and you were going to head back up. I was going to wait for you." He said breathlessly.

" Oh." I said. " Well I guess there is no need to."

" Right. Well you look like you're ready , so we should go. You have to get to school and I have to go to work." He calmly said.

" Yeah." I say as we walk towards the elevator. " I have a question though."

" What is it?" He asked.

" What are we going to do about my car situation? Are you going to keep taking me back and forth to school? What about work?" I ask , the questions spit out my mouth like rapid fire.

My dad nervously chuckles and says , " Wow, slow down."

" Sorry." I say feeling flustered. I guess my anxiety got caught up with all those questions.

" It's okay, but no I won't be taking you back and forth to school. You'll have to take the bus. I'll meet up with you when you get home. We'll get you a rental car for now" He says.

" Okay." I say. I haven't taken the bus home in a while. I hope I remember the routes.

" Do you have a shift at work today?" He asks.

" Yes." I say without a thought of hesitation.

" Okay." He said as we entered the elevator.

It took us 30 seconds to get to the lobby. My dad decided to check us out , I didn't mind not having to deal with that task. We walked to the car and on my way to school he instructed me on what I should do to deal with this situation. He told me to , " Never let see me sweat." and "to keep a low profile." I nodded my head in agreement but I was unsure on how I would do that with this outfit.