Sorry the update took long. I plan on updating at least every week or so. I was on vacation in Oregon without my laptop and wifi (it was digital hell). And school is starting in a couple of weeks on August 11 so pray for me. I moved to a new county with no friends :/ I'm going to be such a loner. Anyway, I'm sorry if this may be short, I just came back from a 15 hour road trip, ugh. I say that a lot. And as always I do not own anything except my OC, Adriana. If I did, I would focus more on the wolves...
"Oh my god, I'm so hungry!" I groaned.
"You just ate, pendeja." Thanks, mom. Love you to. Pendeja basically means dumbass or moron in Spanish. And yes, I am Hispanic. Mexican- American to be exact. My mom was born here too. My dad however, was born in Mexico City and immigrated here when he was a kid, around six or even years old or so. But anyways, I am not an idiot. I am just in pain with cravings for a good, juicy steak smothered in spicy BBQ sauce with a side of sushi. It's that time of the month and I had horrible cramps. I don't usually get cramps overseas because I work out a lot to stay in shape. But now I was temporarily crippled in crutches and a hurting left thigh. Said thigh was shot, twice during a rare attack. No one died, which was obviously great. But no one survived without any injuries. One of the guys had an amputation on his right calf. I can still recall that gruesome image in my head. Yeesh, I shuddered. I was lucky to be sent to this new home to heal and be surrounding by my twelve dogs. And my daughter. And my parents. And my brother. Not that I'm for a few months, instead of a few days in sunny California.
I did just eat. We all went to some diner and ate a hearty breakfast even a trucker would be filled with. I was exhausted too. My daughter, Muna, was thankfully taking a nap and my oh so dear parents were refusing to get me some more food. Some ice cream sounds delicious. With some cookie dough and brownies and pie. Yummy, I thought.
My parents always thought that I'd being the richest out of all their children with a medical career that would support them. They still do. And it's not like I don't pay back to them, it's only fair considering them raising me and supporting me for 17 years. My paycheck is always split into four categories: my savings, my dogs (because of their food, shots, etc.), my phone bill, and my parents which took care of their bills and my daughter's expenses.
They didn't want me to be gaining weight because of my lack of exercise. But how could I not? I can't work on my leg muscles, only my arms. And I knew that I was going to eventually get bored and binge eat. Pfssh, what do they know? Plenty, in fact. I always trust them to help me make serious decisions. But here I was relying on my mom to get me some more menstrual pain pills and to satisfy my cravings. She said she had to wash the three restrooms. That was an hour ago.
I finally got my lazy couch potato ass up and out of the living room and limped to the door.
"I'm going to Walmart!" I shouted across the classic, but renovated 5 bedroom home that sat on more than a couple of acres.
"Get some milk please!" was the reply I received.
"Sure, whatever, bye." I said normally.
"Be safe!" Aww, thanks mom. Love you.
Oh look at that beauty. It was my white 2015 Ford Mustang with black racing stripes that was probably my most valuable possession. I also just recently bought a charcoal grey Chevrolet Silverado off of my Oregon for so little. In the garage was my '75 Chevy Camaro project car. I worked my way over to my Mustang and put the key in the ignition, "Hot and fresh out the kitchen. Momma rollin' that body, got everyone in position" I hummed to the old R. Kelley tune. The address of the closest and only Walmart nearby (which was still 15 minutes away from me) was set into my GPS map and I was ready to go.
The ride was quiet and peaceful. Too much. It was creepy. My hand instantly few over to the aux cord and plugged it into my phone. I pulled over to the side and started my Spotify music, which was a life saver. By the time I got to Walmart, my stomach was in pain from both the hunger and cramps. Stupid damn ovaries. Making me a bloody Niagara Falls. As I entered the prestigious establishment, I had to make the decision of a lifetime. Choose your fate: shopping cart or basket? Neither, I smirked. Always have more options. There it was in all its lovely glory. Cue religious praise. The motorized wheelchair thing that had its own basket to carry the milk and more.
People were staring at me as I sat on the seat and positioned my crutches carefully. STOP STARING STOP STARING STOP STARING, IT'S WEIRD! Kept chanting in my head. The little vehicle, if I can call it that, made little whirr-y sounds as I cruised over to the dairy section to get the low racked milk. Now all I need is my stuff. I directed myself to the medicine and got my pills. Ice cream time!
"I scream, you scream, we all scream for ice cream!" I lowly said. Can't have people think I'm crazy. Well who cares what they-
"Fuck!" I grunted. Okay so maybe I'm not paying attention but it was big feet who wasn't watching where he was going, even if he was standing still, looking at the selection of ice cream. Well not anymore, his gaze now fell upon me. Hmm, nice eyes. And body. Damn, is that a nice booty I spy? Oh my god I need to stop. Stop it you whore. I'm not a whore. But I may be a pervert. Maybe. No I'm not.
"Shit, sorry didn't mean to do that." Expecting an "Oh it's okay" or "It was my fault" made me stay and wait for the delayed response. Really, I just wanted him to ask for my number. "Okay then…rude" I mumbled under my breath. I began direct my fabulous version of transportation around his huge, well over six foot, and muscled stature.
"It's alright. Didn't hurt. I'm Jared." What a hunk. His dimples instantly caught me, again. Maybe my period is making me horny. Nah, it's probably just that I haven't been romantically nor sexually involved with anyone in a little over six months. My last boyfriend, Logan, who against my dad's wishes, was white, found his Sally while I was deployed. Damn that cheater. I'm gonna make a move. Yes I am. I was trying to hype myself up. Gain some adrenaline.
"I know what did hurt. When you fell from heaven." I did not just say that. How cheesy! Oh dear god. Oh no. That was horrible.
"I have a girlfriend…"
Please excuse my language, shit mother fucking bitch no. I can't believe this happened. I couldn't help but burst out laughing.
"Oh you didn't think that I was serious did you? I'm just joking" I had to play it off. Rejection was harsh. But in this case, it was only embarrassing because he was in a relationship.
"Ahaha. Yeah..." His awkward smile clearly wrote, "I don't believe you but this is awkward so let's play it off" written all over his face.
"Well, it's been nice meeting you Jared. I'm just gonna go my way" Imagine that flat line emoji on my face right now.
"Okay, bye." He clearly didn't want to be around me anymore. Fuck the ice cream, I need to go. Why did I do that? All sorts of questions were running through my head as drove away to the registers.
Hopefully, I never have to see him again. Maybe he has a single twin brother. Or an equally good looking relative or friend.
That's it, I'm going to be forever alone.
