Over the years, Rose has learned how to be self-reliant. Her childhood had been lonely and unforgiving to Rose. However, she survived coming out the other end as a strong-willed and intelligent young woman.
After a series of bad choices, Rose's fami...
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This morning I woke up disorientated and on top of my covers, freezing my ass off. I remember almost everything that last night, from the body shots to me threatening to hurt the driver.
I look over to the alarm clock on my bedside table and see it is five in the morning. I wasn't hungover; thank the gods, it's usually hit or miss with me.
The house was dead silent, although I have nothing to compare it to. I haven't spent much time in the house. Like I said to Naomi yesterday, I want to avoid getting attached.
In some ways, it's a defense mechanism. I don't think I could afford any more heartbreak. Slowly I crawled out of bed and rushed towards my closet for some warmer clothes.
I picked out some grey sweatpants and a burgundy sweatshirt. Heading towards my bathroom, I took a long hot shower using my coconut-scented products.
Walking out of the shower, I wrap a towel around myself and my hair. I shivered from the drastic temperature change. After my body was dried off, I changed into the clothes I picked out before brushing my teeth and washing my face.
Brushing my still wet hair, I decide caffeine was my next objective. I slipped on my Nike slides before I opened my door. Slowly I creep out of my room and walk through the eerily silent hallways. Carefully I step down the poorly lit staircase wanting to avoid another stubbed tow.
The kitchen light was on, but silence still enveloped the house. I walked towards the kitchen on light feet, making sure not to make too much noise.
Walking through the lit kitchen entrance, I see Gavino leaning on the counter with a coffee cup in his hand. He hadn't looked up yet, probably not knowing I was there.
I checked the pot of coffee; seeing it was empty, I strolled towards the coffee maker. I scooped some coffee grounds from the glass container before dumping them into the coffee maker. There was no water in the coffee maker, so I walked over to the sink, pouring some in the glass container.
Seeming to have caught Gavino's attention, he looked up and knitted his eyebrows together in confusion. I slightly nodded my head towards him in acknowledgment and turned back to making my coffee.
Finally, the pot was full of coffee. I go to the cabinet I have recently discovered has coffee mugs and pull a plain white one out. I pour myself some coffee leaving it in its black condition, and I took a long sip. Walking towards the bar stools, I sit across from Gavino, staring down at my coffee like it's the most interesting in the world.
The still silence lasted for five minutes until my coffee was gone, and I walked out of the kitchen, not even sparing a glance towards Gavino.
"fucking weird," I mumbled, walking up the stairs towards my room. This is how my time has been spent—awkward silence with these man-children and getting disciplined for my inappropriate language. I could tell Darlo isn't bothered by the profanity. He wants to put his father-ness to use.
