I hear my alarm going off. 5:45 already? I can barely even bring myself to snooze it; I'm exhausted. That was one of the worst nights I've had in a long time. By the time I actually rolled out of bed, it was 6:45. Grandpa will be here in like 15 minutes. I'm just going to wear a t-shirt, leggings, and my gray Vans. My hair is all over the place. It's kind of funny but I am just going to braid it loosely and let it fall to the side with a few pieces falling out to frame my face. I look in the mirror again to see that my eyes are still a little red and they even feel crusty. Eww.
I know that no one is awake right now but why should they be? I kept them awake late. I see grandpa pull in the driveway and I walk out the door with my bag. We talk about what happened last night, "So that's why I look like shit" I tell him, laughing lightly. "Oh, nonsense, baby. You're beautiful" he compliments me. I smile, "thanks grandpa, but I think you're kind of obligated to say that" I joke as get out of his truck.
It's only 4th period. I have been struggling all morning to keep my eyes open and I think I just might sleep this period. Thankfully we have a substitute so we are just having a study hall anyway. Just as I put my head down to rest I get a text from my dad, "I'm on my way into the school to sign you out". Confused, I reply, "Is everything okay?" Five minutes go by without a response and I'm starting to get anxious. Just as I was about to get up and ask if I could "use the restroom," an office aide comes in with a note for me. I grab my things and head to the office where my dad is waiting for me, "Hey dad. What's going on?" I ask. He grabs my hand as we walk to my locker, "Nothing. I just figured you're too tired to even pay attention so why waste your time?" I smile in return. We get to my locker and I lean my head against it as I close my eyes. Ugh. I could just sleep forever right now. I lift my head up and put my stuff away and turn to dad as I close it. I lean into him and sigh, "take me home, daddy."
3 DAYS LATER (FRIDAY) IN LAST PERIOD
Yes. Study hall and then I can go straight to dance class. I am determined to not have homework this weekend so I am going to work my ass off this last 50 minutes. I grab my earbuds and plug them into my phone and get to work. I finish all of my homework except one math problem. Ha, figures. I will do it before class on Monday. I put my shit in my locker and grab my other bag that I take to dance and head out the front doors. Everyone is talking excitedly about their big plans for the weekend as I make my way through the crowd and down the street to the building I dance in. Class was successful today. We decided to stay an extra hour so it's already 7PM. I change into the clothes I wore to school and head out to wait for grandma. She pulls up and I get in, "how was dance?" she asks. "Great, actually. A nice end to a shitty week" I sigh. "Ain't that the truth" she says back.
I head to the bathroom and decide to take a bath instead of a shower. I light some candles and run the water; I just want to relax. Just as the tub is about halfway full, I add bath salts that smell heavenly. "Ahh," I say as I sit in the hot, bubbly water. I instantly feel better. After about half an hour of lounging in the tub, Abel comes in, "hi sissy" he says to me. The only visible part of me is just above my boobs up to my head so I don't mind that he is in here, "hey Abel, how was your day?" I ask him. "Good!" he replies overly excited which makes me smile. He turns his back to me and starts to pee and I smirk. He is ridiculous. He washes his hands and then comes over and leans on the edge of the tub, "what you doing?" he asks me. "Taking a bath.." I respond, looking at him questioningly. Just as he is about to say something else, dad comes into but does not pass farther than the doorway, "Abel, what are you doing, buddy? Why are you in here while your sister is bathing?" "I don't know" he answers innocently. Dad walks over and scoops him up, "Well, let's go, okay?" "Bye, sis. You can play with my duck if you want!" Abel shouts to me as dad carries him out of the bathroom. I giggle at that one.
I eventually drain the water and take a 5 minute shower to wash my hair and private parts. I dry off and wrap my hair in a towel. I put my robe on and walk out and sit on the couch just as Tara walks in the door. She greets all of us and talks to dad about her day. After a few minutes of that, I get up and go into mine and Abel's room to change into a tank top, panties, and shorts. I comb through my hair and apply some leave-in conditioner. I decide to watch a movie in the living room with Abel until he falls asleep. Grandma already put Thomas to bed and she, Tara, and even dad sit down to watch the movie. Abel decides on something scary. He loves scary movies and they don't even give him nightmares or anything. Maybe it is because he hardly understands what is even going on. He tells us he wants to watch The Conjuring. I love scary movies as well but I am very jumpy. I jumped out of my skin at least 5 times and even went to sit on daddy's lap half-way through just to have him make me jump even more and poke fun at me. Abel fell asleep right after the movie and I feel on the verge. Tara decides to put Abel to bed and dad stands up with me in his arms. I hug him tight and ask him to take me to bed as well. He, Tara, and grandma kiss up both goodnight as we drift off.
I'm sorry this chapter is so short and that it took so long. The 4th one will be longer! Already working on it :)
