My eyes were obsessively terrorized by the sunlight of the new morning. The sun was purposefully piercing my eye lids with it's sun-rays, just cursing for me to get up.
"Get up bitch. It's a new day. Rise and shine, let's hit cloud 9." Well it didn't actually say that. That's just my usual early wake up call to light up a joint and get the day started off nicely.
But...I can't. Not this time. Not ever! Not until I'm out of this hell of a house hold, labeled "Property of Lacey Reese". #DisobeyMyRulesAndI'mOfficialyCallingTheCops
I've learned my lesson, sorta 'not', when she picked up the phone and dialed 9-1-1 after I attempted to steal back my shit (lighter, cigarets etc.) from a jewelry box she keeps stashed behind some shoe boxes in her closet. Psh! Like I've never known where she hides stuff from me. That woman had the audacity to have those nosey, red, blue and white pledged fuckers on speed dial before I even had the chance to twist the damn door knob. Anyways, it's MY shit! How dare she!? She even played that sad, gentle act perfectly before. That woman...EVIL! *mermaid-man's voice*
Ignoring the sun's protest, I groan as I shifted into my bed, trying to search for my dream cloud. Sadly, I failed at retrieving my lost dream that I now can't seem to remember.
"Thanks a lot, sun!" I add emphasis on "sun" and glared out my window. It seemed as if it heard me and took on revenge as the sunlight burned brighter. Blinding me for a few seconds, I groan and took cover under my pillow. Ugh...
The glorious, mouth watering aroma of bacon reaches my nostrils and my stomach releases it's almighty roars of gurgling and growls.
"Okay-Okay, I'm getting up." I say groggily to the beast inside my belly.
I skipped downstairs in a one-two pattern, and walked my way towards the kitchen. It's not girly! Guys can skip too! I was just walking down the stairs with a little pep in my step, jeez! There's no rule that says that skipping was only meant for girls. If there is, I want to see it face to face in black and white. Show me the facts! You know what? I'm going to pretend like this never happened.
Following my nose as it seeks the food that I'm in need for.
"Dillion's doing great, you know." A cheery voice randomly tells me as I accidentally stumble into the kitchen.
I looked around fiercely for the voice and found my mom steering up scrambled eggs near the stove. I felt for my heart on my chest as I crept into the kitchen.
Damn, she scared me. Sneaking up on me like that. She could've at least cleared her throat before speaking. At least then I could've been warned and wouldn't have fallen into the kitchen like that.
She pulls a weird look and crosses her arms.
"Have you been smoking again?" She asks in a demanding tone.
How dare she ask me that! After I've gone a whole entire week without even a single joint. It's all her fault too.
I furrowed my brows and march my way towards the fridge.
"Just because I tripped, doesn't mean I'm high. I'm doing this for you remember."
I grabbed the orange juice from off the shelf and closed the fridge door, and also grabbing a glass from the cupboard as I made my way to the dinning room table.
She unfolds her arms and give a remorseful expression.
"I'm glad that you're sticking to the plan." She says as she brings a plate full of breakfast to me.
I took the plate gratefully, but didn't bother to look at her.
"Yeah, nice to know that my own mother doesn't have faith in me." I said as I took in a mouth full of pancakes. My mother sighs and takes a seat directly in front of me.
"Kaiden. After what you did, you have know right to say that." She raises an eyebrow.
"So I've been stripped from all my rights, now? Because that wasn't part of the plan. I'm gonna have to see a contract madam." I say before crunching on a strip of bacon. She sighs and smiles.
"That has never escaped my mouth. Funny, you're quite funny." She says before giggling to herself. I hum and continue eating.
"I misjudged, okay? I apologize." She says as she pushes her light brown hair behind her ears. The smoking thing, huh?
I nod my head to let her know that I accept, so that no further arguing would continue.
I dug a hole into my plate as I munched down my breakfast. My mother giggles and rest her head on her hands.
"The foods not going anywhere. Is it good?" She smiles and continues watching me.
So, she wants to poke fun at the way I'm eating. I can't even peacefully enjoy my food.
I sat my fork down and swallow the remains of my breakfast and laid back in my chair.
"What is it, mom? You've been watching me this whole time. What's on your mind?" She clears her throat and the smile fades.
"Have you been checking on Dillon lately?"
So it's about him.
"No." I say flat-out.
"He's doing great, you know." She says as if trying to get a reaction out of me.
"Yippee for him." Sarcasm dripped from my lips. She sighs.
"How long has it been...since you've last seen him?"
How long? Years, maybe? I've pushed Dillon out of my life years ago. Ha! you see what I did there.
The last time I saw him was in the hospital. He was recovering and I was just balling my eyes out and repeating the same words "I'm sorry" over and over again. He never gave me a hateful look or scribble "get out" or "leave me alone" on that note book he held tightly. He just sat there in silence...adjusting to the quiet atmosphere.
Atlas he wrote. It wasn't what I expected at all.
"Don't worry yourself over this. It's not your fault. I shouldn't have taunted you like I did. Everything will be fine. So cheer up."
Even when he said that, I couldn't bring myself to get over the fact that he's deaf and I am the cause for that.
I give him a halfhearted smile, but in my head I'm cursing myself for smiling when I'm feeling an air of melancholy surround me.
After that day, I never came back. I just couldn't stand seeing him in that room...quiet. It's like whenever I'm there sitting in that silence with him, it makes me want to lose my mine. So how come he's just sitting there like nothing's bothering him? I mean there's a T.V. sitting on the wall, but what's the point when he can't hear a thing. So I float in this silent room with him so he want feel lonely.
But I'm lonely. I just can't settle into this like he can.
So that's why...I haven't been back to see him.
She gives me a soft hum. Oh yeah, she's waiting on a reply. I rub the back of my head. "I don't know. Since he was in the hospital." Her eyes widen a little, but she keeps her voice steady.
"Dillon's been out of the hospital for four years now." Like I don't know that.
"Yeah. It's been awhile." I say as I rub my eyes and yawn.
