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365 Days.
343.
My eyes open slowly,
blinking a few times to adjust to the dim light of the room.
Ugh,
what was that smell?
I need to get my sheets changed.
They smell like cigarettes and alcohol.
Wait.
What?
I sit up with a frown,
realizing just how heavy and sore my head was,
how slow and sluggish my thoughts were.
What room in the house did I crash in?
I don’t remember having a red room in our house.
I run a hand through my hair,
looking around with a yawn and more frowns,
especially when I see an empty bottle of alcohol,
(I think it’s tequila)
in my other hand.
With a surprised cry,
I chuck it aside.
Feeling a hand slide around my waist and pull me in its direction,
I look over.
And see him.
Him.
Chase.
In my bed.
Wait…
Not in my bed.
That’s me,
in his bed.
Alarm shoots through me and I look down at myself.
I’m still wearing the shirt from yesterday,
but my jeans are off.
I feel my cheeks flush a deep red.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and look around for my phone,
seeing it lying on the bed side table,
with it’s battery out.
Grabbing it,
I shove the battery back in,
turn my phone on and stare in horror
as eleven messages from dad appear on the screen.
Eleven messages and thirty-two missed calls.
Crap.
The phone suddenly makes a loud shrill noise,
so loud that I drop the phone onto the floor.
Behind me,
I hear Chase groan, mutter and curse.
blinking a few times to adjust to the dim light of the room.
Ugh,
what was that smell?
I need to get my sheets changed.
They smell like cigarettes and alcohol.
Wait.
What?
I sit up with a frown,
realizing just how heavy and sore my head was,
how slow and sluggish my thoughts were.
What room in the house did I crash in?
I don’t remember having a red room in our house.
I run a hand through my hair,
looking around with a yawn and more frowns,
especially when I see an empty bottle of alcohol,
(I think it’s tequila)
in my other hand.
With a surprised cry,
I chuck it aside.
Feeling a hand slide around my waist and pull me in its direction,
I look over.
And see him.
Him.
Chase.
In my bed.
Wait…
Not in my bed.
That’s me,
in his bed.
Alarm shoots through me and I look down at myself.
I’m still wearing the shirt from yesterday,
but my jeans are off.
I feel my cheeks flush a deep red.
I swing my legs over the edge of the bed and look around for my phone,
seeing it lying on the bed side table,
with it’s battery out.
Grabbing it,
I shove the battery back in,
turn my phone on and stare in horror
as eleven messages from dad appear on the screen.
Eleven messages and thirty-two missed calls.
Crap.
The phone suddenly makes a loud shrill noise,
so loud that I drop the phone onto the floor.
Behind me,
I hear Chase groan, mutter and curse.
“ “I thought I turned that damn thing off!”
he growls.
he growls.
“Do you wanna explain this to me?”
I reply loudly,
too loudly.
I flinch at the loudness of my voice and close my eyes.
I reply loudly,
too loudly.
I flinch at the loudness of my voice and close my eyes.
Chase groans,
grabs me again and pulls me on top of him.
“Shut up and sleep.”
grabs me again and pulls me on top of him.
“Shut up and sleep.”
“Sleep!?”
I crawl out of bed,
somehow pull my jeans back on,
heart beating a thousand miles an hour.
Grabbing my phone,
I cancel the incoming,
running out the door as I do so.
I’ll explain it all later,
face to face.
So at least then I can see his reactions.
Over the phone is too scary.
He, my father, is highly unpredictable.
I crawl out of bed,
somehow pull my jeans back on,
heart beating a thousand miles an hour.
Grabbing my phone,
I cancel the incoming,
running out the door as I do so.
I’ll explain it all later,
face to face.
So at least then I can see his reactions.
Over the phone is too scary.
He, my father, is highly unpredictable.
~ * ~
“Evie Chandler,
your state simply does not allow you to be out all night,
without any supervision of responsible people.
Partying,
running around in the night,
and is that alcohol I smell on you?”
Father’s eyes narrow dangerously.
your state simply does not allow you to be out all night,
without any supervision of responsible people.
Partying,
running around in the night,
and is that alcohol I smell on you?”
Father’s eyes narrow dangerously.
I flinch lightly and look down at my feet,
a regretful feeling rising in me.
All of it had been quite fun,
except for me passing out in Chase’s bed.
“I don’t want to always stay at home,
while others get to have fun,
and they have a whole life ahead of them!”
I suddenly cry out,
looking up at father with an distressed glare.
I want have fun.
I want to understand,
what it’s like to be loved,
and to love.
a regretful feeling rising in me.
All of it had been quite fun,
except for me passing out in Chase’s bed.
“I don’t want to always stay at home,
while others get to have fun,
and they have a whole life ahead of them!”
I suddenly cry out,
looking up at father with an distressed glare.
I want have fun.
I want to understand,
what it’s like to be loved,
and to love.
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