I feel the warmth of the sun glide across my eye lids, bringing me out of what I thought was a blissful sleep. I groan and roll over, only to snap to attention when I find myself on the floor. I must have fallen asleep on the rocking chair on top of Geno last night, explaining the neck and lower back pain. Where is he anyway? Well, where ever he is, I'm sure he's the culprit of who put this fuzzy brown blanket over me last night.
While I'm in here I can at least greet the baby good morning before trotting off to work. I rub my back as I walk over to the crib, finding my little girl, a human once again, sleeping soundly. I smile, rubbing her little head to ease her awake, she yawns and stretches a bit before gurgling her hello. God, she looks so cute in her little lavender onesie. I pick her up, making sure her to support her against my chest as I struggle to lift my shirt to feed her before going off to work.
I sigh as she suckles gently, still sleepy, after this, I probably won't have time to find Geno, I can do it after work. I squint as I'm once again temporarily blinded by the sun.
Wait, the sun? This room has no windows, I turn around, facing the doorway to find it ajar. The sun was glowing beautifully. It wasn't until I looked at the silent clock prerched on the wall that I actually got a good look at the time. It was 8am...8am?!
I was supported to be at work 2 hours ago! The sun would even be above the horizon right now if I had been on time! I quickly finish feeding Stella, leaving her a bit dissatisfied and whimpering a bit from the loss of warmth. I rub her ahead again to comfort her.
"I'm sorry sweetie, I promise to make it up to you after work." I whisper, to my favor, she calms down and starts to drift back into sleep. Both my mind and heart race as I dash from the baby's room, jump in the shower, and throw on my uniform. I look a bit disheveled in the mirror, but that's the least of my problems with the kind of boss I have. Last time I was late, (because I had the stomach flu, and she didn't pick up the phone or answer email when I tried to call in sick) she threatened to fire me for being 'ridicoulously irresponsible'.
The thought of having to go through that a second time makes me cringe on the inside, maybe I should think about quitting, it would give me more time with my family. I'll have to talk it over with a few coworkers later, right now, I'm just hoping not to get my ears screeched off by my banshee of a boss. Yell a quick goodbye up into the house before rushing out the door and into the car, Keys, purse, and phone in tow.
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I slam the door, before sliding down against it with a sigh, today sucked. When I pulled up to the complex, my boss was waiting outside, ready to let me have it. And she did, screeching at the top of her lungs in the middle of a parking lot. After she screamed at me in three different languages, she let me get to work, but it seems everyone else was in just as a bad mood as I was. Cursing and snapping at me when I'm only doing my job, which is to help them, but it's when I finally snapped back at an elderly woman who had really been pushing my buttons I realized that I had messed up.
The woman reported me to my boss for verbal violence, the look on my bosses face could have easily sliced my head off. I couldn't even understand what she was saying half the time, something about 'respect' and all that good stuff. That's when I finally decided I had enough, when she finished what she had to say, I calmly told her that I was putting in my 30 day notice. She scolded and called me 'weak' for giving up so easily and told me to get out. I did so gratefully, I've been getting this kind of treatment for the last year, something had to change.
Feeling renewed, I get back to my feet and walk further into the house.
"Guys! I'm home!" I call, where is everyone? After doing a complete and unsuccessful sweep of the first floor of the house, I move up to the second. This floor is nothing but 10 bedrooms and 2 bathrooms, so they are either in their rooms or in the bathroom.
"Um...Guys?" I call again, still no answer, why is everyone cooped up in here? Maybe they left? They said they might not be home all the time, but they also said I'd never be left alone. I first check the bathrooms, finding them vacant, I turn my attention to the many bedrooms that still need searching.
I try the knob to the first room, Blues room, finding it locked, I knock instead.
"Blue? Baby? Is everything alright? I can't find anyone else around the house." I speak softly through the heavy wood of the door. Though my anxiety is through the roof.
"...U-um...human!" I finally get a response, my tense posture relaxes.
"Were all I-in out rooms, yes! B-but it's best you don't bother u-us right now!" Blues voice is usually loud and confident, and never has he ever studdered. Somethings not right.
"Blue? Are you okay?" Theirs some shuffling and a thud on the other side of the door. His voice sounds closer when he speaks again.
"I'm magnificent! As always! But it would be ever so helpful human if I was left to my own devices for the evening!" He's trying hard not to studder, but his confidence shrinks as he keeps talking.
"...Okay Blue, I'll leave..." I walk away from his door, becoming even more baffled than I was before. Are they sick? Did something happen to them? Or maybe everyone is just as mentally and emotionally drained as I am. Well, I can at least fix dinner, maybe some food will help everyone.
I throw together some Seafood Alfredo, making sure to add some of that dust so they can eat it, I'm not the best cook, it even I find the smell heavenly. I call them for dinner, each comming down minutes later, they all look really uncomfortable. We sit at the table in awkward silence, no one making eye contact with anyone. What is actually everyone's problem today? I shrug it off, based on how things when with Blue, I don't expect any of them to give me a decent answer.
I stab the plate of pasta and twirl my fork around in it to catch a few noodles. A piece of shrimp also being brought up from the sea of noodles and sauce. I place the food in my mouth, moaning at the flavor of the delectable dish. The room only becomes more tense as I realize that I'm the only one who choose to start eating, but that doesn't stop me. I continue to eat until the plate is empty, then sit back satisfied with a full stomach.
It isn't until get up from the table to wash my plate that someone even reaches for their fork. Strange...I think it all over as I clean the dirtied plate over the sink. I was going to let them know that I had quit my job today, but there seems to be more pressing matters at hand. So, how am I going to bring this up? Well after I feed and clean up Stella, then throw on some simple pajamas, I'll see where everything stands. Maybe I'll just ask Ink tonight? It is his turn tonight, I'll just interrogate Ink for answers then. Whatever's going on, in putting a stop to it, now.
Quick Note: I just realized that I made Stella a toddler in nsfw, but an infant here...my bad, forgot. Just...pretend...or something. Sorry for any possible confusion.