Switched Bodies with My Bias???

Hurts So Bad

Your POV:

After that very very long weird day, I head back home.

I don't even know what that guy's name was.

I shrugged.

He must be toying with me or something.

Maybe someone put him up to this.

There is no way that I...would do that dirty act with....someone like....him.

I arrive at home and unlock the door with my key.

"Mom, Dad!!! I'm home!!!" I shout before locking the door, once inside.

No response.

I shrug and head up the stairs to my room

I stop and go back to the stairs.

Something's missing.

I stare right between the family picture of us going fishing and the picture of me and my brother at the toddler photoshoot.

All the pictures are moved every so slightly to fill the gap.

"Mom, where's my picture?!" I scream loud enough for the whole house to hear.

Wherever they are.

"Ughhhh Mom where are you???" I stomp up the remaining stairs to her room.

I open her door.

She's not there.

I head into my brother's room.

Not there either.

But what about my dad?

I go downstairs to the kitchen.

He's not here either.

Confused, I head up to my room.

"My phone!!!" I see if on the headboard of my bed.

It's dead.

I can't find the charger though.

I look around until finally I'm defeated.

I go to my brother's room and grab his charger.

He's not home, he won't notice.

I plug it in and wait for it to charge enough so that I can call someone.

I lay down on my bed.

Nap?

I go to my drawer to find some comfy clothes.

I have a hard time opening up the bottom one.

I put my foot next to it and heave.

It pops out of the drawer and it smells badddd.

I cover my nose and find a bunch of crumpled up clothes and some of them are stained.

"NO!!! Not my pretty black dress." I hold it up to see the zipper is broken and kind of ripped in the back.

"How did this even..." I was so confused.

I started the laundry with the huge pile of smelly clothes.

I'm scrubbing the stained clothing in my bathroom

I've been scrubbing for a good 15 minutes and the stains haven't gone away in the least bit.

"Come on!! I love this shirt!!" I sigh in frustration.

I go downstairs and check on my laundry.

Done.

I bring the basket upstairs and put it on my bed.

I need to take a shower.

I smell.

I hop in the shower and grab the shampoo bottle.

"What? There's like nothing left in here." I turn it upside down and pat the bottom.

I move onto the conditioner and it's the same thing.

I turn the shower off and put on a towel.

I head to my mom's room and grab her shampoo and conditioner.

I start the shower all over again.

When I get out, pleased that I smell better, I grab my comb and brush.

"W-What the hell?" There's this huge knot in the back of my hair.

How did I not notice this?

I brush my hair like everyday.

I work for 30 minutes of trying to entangle it.

I'm crying in frustration on the floor, butt-naked in my towel, arms above my head with the brush, and a broken comb to my side.

"Ow Ow Ow Ow OW!!!!!" I scream in pain.

"This hurts so much!!!! What even happened??!!!" I cry.