Unpredictable • cth

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TW mentions of sexual assault

Ella -

Now I think you can tell why I was the favorite on Christmas.

We went around until about midnight singing songs, watching movies, and talking about our favorite memories with my mother.

The craziest part was for once no one was sad.

10 years later and this is the first time we could ever talk about my mom without someone crying or leaving the room.

We went home and didn't anything crazy. My dad and I cleaned up the house and minded our own business for a while then came back together at like 2am and watched The Help which is my mom's favorite movie.

I woke up this morning not really ever remembering going to sleep, like at all.

I am still laying on one end of the couch with my dad on the other side still knocked out with a cuddled up Duke in his arms.

I slowly lifted myself off the couch, trying my best to make as little noise as possible. I needed to shower and get ready because somehow it was already 1 and I was meeting Mia at 4:30.

I slipped away upstairs, hearing my father and duke snore in unison as I turned on the water.

I felt so unbelievably tired.

I was in the middle of washing my hair when I hear my phone go off. Thus making me try to finish my shower quicker in response.

The messages kept coming through, it was so quick not a single notification could make a chime sound before the next came through.

I am now fumbling for my towel, doing my best to get out of my shower and grab my phone without slipping and falling.

'Fuck' was all I mumbled as my phone slipped from my hand and flew across my bathroom tiles.

I'm now running over to the door, checking for the sounds of my father snoring which I found, thank god, now moving back to grab my phone.

Ry: Good morning:)
Ry: How did you sleep??
Ry: I was wondering if I could ask you something?
Ry: Never mind.
Ry: Well, actually...
Ry: I miss you.
Ry: Ya know I prayed for the first time in a long time yesterday.

They all came in at once, not a single variation in time stamps. Who knew what he was up to.

E: Why was that?

He answered right away as if he was waiting patiently for a response.

Ry: I prayed to your mom. That you would have a good day yesterday.
E: Oh

I didn't fully know how to answer, considering we were texting so emotions and facial expressions where not involved.

Ry: So I guess my question is did you have a good time yesterday?
Ry:Happy?

I'm smiling at my phone like an idiot right now.

E: Yea, I was. I am.
Ry: Great, i'm very happy to hear. ;)

I was about to answer when I looked down at my phone.

'2:30? What the hell?' I mumbled to myself before sprinting into my room to get changed. I slipped on basically what I always wear. A small army green bra like shirt with some black high waisted mom jeans.

It's December but it's December in Cali.

It normally doesn't take me to long to get ready unless I was doing my hair, which I was. I was actually going to use a blow dryer and do the whole thing with my curls. So i'm stumbling to get ready.