Total pages in book: 72
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 72154 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 361(@200wpm)___ 289(@250wpm)___ 241(@300wpm)
I shuddered. “I have no fucking idea, and I really hope to never find out.”
This subject made me extremely uncomfortable and always had. It was hard to explain to your friends that your family was fucked up—and why.
To hide my annoyance at the situation, I reached over Kayla’s shoulder for the television remote and flipped it on.
She would think that this was just my morning routine—which it was. But at this point in time, I needed to not talk about my father, and the morning news would be perfect for that.
The TV came on, and I searched for my preferable news station until it appeared on the screen.
I didn’t like talking about my mom. I didn’t like talking about my sister. And I definitely didn’t like talking about my father.
Out of the three, he was the worst one that I had to think about.
It was hard to know that you would never be good enough in the eyes of your own father.
But I wasn’t.
I was, and always would be, hated by him.
He had ten other children by four different women, and all of them were loved more than me.
My dad couldn’t even stand to look at me.
“Gotta watch the news as I get dressed to work out,” I told her.
I wouldn’t be getting much of a work out in, considering I was still in bed instead of out on my run, something I should have left for twenty-five minutes ago to do, but I could go for a quick mile.
Reluctantly, I got up and started for my bathroom, only for her to change the channel the moment I was out of bed.
“This movie is better,” she said. “And your news doesn’t come on until six. We still have eight minutes and thirty seconds.”
I rolled my eyes and walked into the bathroom, pulling the door closed behind me.
That didn’t stop her from talking to me through the closed door.
“I would definitely love a man if he brought me a chicken burrito.”
I snorted through a mouth full of toothpaste and removed the brush from my mouth long enough to answer her. “He went to jail, nearly got kicked out of his brother’s house, and then was forced to either go into the military or lose everything. He was a stupid son of a bitch, and honestly should’ve never been in that position in the first place.”
The movie she was referencing was Battleship, and for some reason, it was her absolute favorite.
I put the brush back into my mouth and continued to brush, but waited for her follow up comment, knowing it was coming.
She grunted. “I once got kicked out of my college psychology class for bringing a burrito.”
My brows rose. “Normally professors don’t give a fuck in college. That surprises me.”
She shrugged. “The teacher hated me. With a passion. She didn’t like that I always had something to say and disliked it even more that I was always available to offer up my opinion. Especially when I thought she was wrong.”
“You said she was wrong?” I questioned.
She shrugged. “Not in so many words, I just wanted her to explain it to me. But she couldn’t give me an explanation to the question I’d asked, causing me to believe that she didn’t know the answer. Not that she wasn’t willing to answer. If she’d just have said she didn’t know the answer to that, I would’ve been all right, but she didn’t. She just kept talking her way into a hole…and I took advantage of that.”
I washed my face and mouth free of residual toothpaste, and then headed back out.
The moment I returned, she flipped it back over to the news station that I usually watched.
Neither one of us watched it though.
I went to my closet and started getting dressed.
She watched me get dressed.
Both of our attentions were caught, however, when the weatherman came on.
The weatherman was telling us how we could possibly see a quarter of an inch of snow over the next couple of hours, which had me shifting into a better mood instantly.
Why?
Because I loved how people reacted to the snow.
They turned into one of two things. Complete and utter children. Or complete and utter idiots.
There was no in between.
Plus, people in the South didn’t know how to handle snow. Especially Texas, which literally got snow maybe once every four or five years.
Hearing the damn weatherman telling everyone that there would be snow meant that everyone and their brother was going to go to the store to buy bread. Everybody would be at the home improvement store buying faucet covers despite the fact that it’d been below freezing for eight days now. Oh, and let’s not forget hearing that there could possibly be bad driving conditions which meant that everyone and their brother would be out on the goddamn road just because they were nuts.