Something seemed different that day, even from the moment I had woken up. With the blinds closed and the doors locked, I slipped into the shower and washed down my body. I took my time, relaxing as the droplets of warm water pelted my skin. When I had turned the knobs off and pulled the shower curtain open, my eyes immediately turned to the clock hanging on the wall behind the door. I had to squint to read it, because I couldn't find my glasses that morning, but it surely read 7am, and I checked twice just to make sure.
After getting dressed and fighting to straighten my hair in the bathroom mirror with the flat iron and blow dryer, I slunk out of the bathroom and past my parents' bedroom, where the door was open. I peeped inside, and glanced around for a moment before realizing that my mother nor my father were in bed, and the sheets were piled in a bunch at the foot of the bed where the dog lay.
I didn't bother to question it. I knew Father had gone to work that morning, and Mother was angry with me, so she wouldn't tell me where she was going even if I had the chance to ask, so I dragged myself into the living room and sat down at the computer. It seemed like I had only been on for minutes listening to music and chatting with people, but it seemed as though three hours had already passed and I still had no where to go.
Jesse had messaged me not long after I had received the news that i couldn't chill with Winter. I hadn't talked to him in a while. I had his number, but it was only saved to my phone, which Mother had taken away ever since the last incident at the hospital. I wasn't ever really supposed to hang out with him, though I had before. I had met him over Xbox Live, and I can't really say I regret it. Two times that winter I had snuck out in the middle of the night to hang out with him.
I was pretty ecstatic when he invited me over. I rushed to pull on my shoes and jacket and quickly left the house. I knew I was going to get in trouble for leaving without house keys, but it didn't matter, because Jesse had invited me over and that meant a lot to me.
On the train ride, all I did was think about him. I didn't think about my ex-boyfriend like I usually do, or about my friends or how much trouble I was going to get in if my parents found out about him. All I thought about was him and his long black hair and tanned skin; his beanies and hoodies and skinny jeans. I thought about the last time I was there and how he seduced me and convinced me to have sex with him. I thought about how high the Gatorade bottle bong had gotten me, and I thought about what would this day bring upon me. before I knew it, I was at the last stop: Lefferts Boulevard.
I had collected a bunch of quarters in my pocket and crossed the street to the pay phone. It took at least four calls before he finally picked up and told me, in his deep, sexy voice, to wait at Key Food, so I hung up and headed down the boulevard.
I stopped at the parking lot of the grocery store and waited at the corner, pretending to shuffle through the songs on my iPod so I didn't look like a loser standing by the crosswalk like a hooker. Then I thought to myself, what kind of hooker would wait in front of Key Food at noon anyways?
I saw him coming up the block with his dog and I met him halfway. We greeted each other warmly, opened a pack of cigarettes, and strolled back towards his house together. Everything seemed to familiar, except this time, the sun was out.
He took me down to his basement just like in the past and I kicked off my shoes, sat them in the corner, and threw my body onto the bed. We sat and talked and listened to music and played video games for nearly two hours, waiting for his uncle to leave to the laundromat so we could smoke weed in his backyard. I had watched as he made another bong from a Sprite bottle, and now we just waited, and waited, and waited...
After getting dressed and fighting to straighten my hair in the bathroom mirror with the flat iron and blow dryer, I slunk out of the bathroom and past my parents' bedroom, where the door was open. I peeped inside, and glanced around for a moment before realizing that my mother nor my father were in bed, and the sheets were piled in a bunch at the foot of the bed where the dog lay.
I didn't bother to question it. I knew Father had gone to work that morning, and Mother was angry with me, so she wouldn't tell me where she was going even if I had the chance to ask, so I dragged myself into the living room and sat down at the computer. It seemed like I had only been on for minutes listening to music and chatting with people, but it seemed as though three hours had already passed and I still had no where to go.
Jesse had messaged me not long after I had received the news that i couldn't chill with Winter. I hadn't talked to him in a while. I had his number, but it was only saved to my phone, which Mother had taken away ever since the last incident at the hospital. I wasn't ever really supposed to hang out with him, though I had before. I had met him over Xbox Live, and I can't really say I regret it. Two times that winter I had snuck out in the middle of the night to hang out with him.
I was pretty ecstatic when he invited me over. I rushed to pull on my shoes and jacket and quickly left the house. I knew I was going to get in trouble for leaving without house keys, but it didn't matter, because Jesse had invited me over and that meant a lot to me.
On the train ride, all I did was think about him. I didn't think about my ex-boyfriend like I usually do, or about my friends or how much trouble I was going to get in if my parents found out about him. All I thought about was him and his long black hair and tanned skin; his beanies and hoodies and skinny jeans. I thought about the last time I was there and how he seduced me and convinced me to have sex with him. I thought about how high the Gatorade bottle bong had gotten me, and I thought about what would this day bring upon me. before I knew it, I was at the last stop: Lefferts Boulevard.
I had collected a bunch of quarters in my pocket and crossed the street to the pay phone. It took at least four calls before he finally picked up and told me, in his deep, sexy voice, to wait at Key Food, so I hung up and headed down the boulevard.
I stopped at the parking lot of the grocery store and waited at the corner, pretending to shuffle through the songs on my iPod so I didn't look like a loser standing by the crosswalk like a hooker. Then I thought to myself, what kind of hooker would wait in front of Key Food at noon anyways?
I saw him coming up the block with his dog and I met him halfway. We greeted each other warmly, opened a pack of cigarettes, and strolled back towards his house together. Everything seemed to familiar, except this time, the sun was out.
He took me down to his basement just like in the past and I kicked off my shoes, sat them in the corner, and threw my body onto the bed. We sat and talked and listened to music and played video games for nearly two hours, waiting for his uncle to leave to the laundromat so we could smoke weed in his backyard. I had watched as he made another bong from a Sprite bottle, and now we just waited, and waited, and waited...
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