Finding Warmth Through Silence

Chapter 5

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.