I woke up to Kitty , screaming at someone to get back downstairs.
To take him out of the house.
And then , a slam of the door.
I’m used to walking up to that.
I flew up from the bed and sat on the edge , leaning against the headboard , watching , shocked.
“ Mom , you can’t keep bringing him here!”
“ Ohp-“ Kitty’s mother starts giggling like an idiot , obviously still drunk. I could even smell the cocaine off her.
“ You need to stop , mom”
“AWH , KITTY SHUT UP!”
“ It’s Catherine”
“ Mh , right. Catherine” She says , slurring Kitty’s birth name , still laughing
“ Mom , seriously , go sleep in my room” she says , pulling her moms hand.
Kitty stops , seeing me watching them closely.
“ MOM. JUST.GO” She lightly shoves her mother into the hallway and closes the door behind her. “ Hey , um sorry Ev. Just some absolute moron my mom’s been dating. “Kitty looks from the ground , and then to my face , with a questioning look in her eyes. “ Are you still tired ?” I get up and walk towards the door , obviously answering her question , knowing she didn’t want to be the only person awake with a cocaine smoking prostitute . “ C’mon , Kitty. I’ll make you something to eat.” Kitty jump in front of me and runs down the stairs. “ Oh , no you won’t. “ Kitty grins wildly” Not if I get there first!” She laughs and runs her hand quickly along the smooth wooden railing as we run for the kitchen . I pulled out a chair and plopped myself down on it, looking around at the buttery yellow walls and stained-glass windows. Today was a sunny day , exactly the opposite of how I was feeling. “God , Kitty!” I exclaim , looking around in awe , the sunlight streaming through the windows , different colours dancing on the kitchen table , in patterns that even on this depressed day of mine , made a warm feeling in my stomach. “ Want to trade homes? Maybe you can live with Gordon for a while. You seemed to jump on his ass more quickly then I ever could have. “ Oh , no thanks . I’m done with kicking pedo-ass for a while. I’ll stick to Dylan’s , when he forgets to call me” Kitty laughs , knowing this was just a joke , seeing how her gorgeous , black haired-green eyed boyfriend Dylan was basically perfect , except for the fact he was very forgetful. I smile , and sap out of my train of thought , realizing Kitty has already started looking through the fridge. “ So , what do you want Ev? “ Kitty asks “ We have toast , eggs , um.. waffles..-“ Kitty stops mid- sentence , looking behind me. I spin around in my chair to see Laycie walking into the kitchen in her nightgown. “ Hey , you” I get up out of my chair and kiss her forehead. I feel the back of her neck for the stiches , shivering at the frightening memory of when I saw the humungous gouge below her hairline.” Didn’t you sleep in your clothes?” I asked , eyeing her soft green nightgown. “ Yeah , but I woke up last night and thought I might as well change” I take my hand off the back of her neck. “ Mkay . Well , um , Kitty’s making breakfast , so what do you want? “ Laycie turns to Kitty “ What’ya got Catherine?”
Oh no.
Kitty lifts her head out of the fridge slowly. “Please , don’t call me Catherine. Kitty. Kitty is , fine.” She says , clenching the box of waffles. Laycie nods , looking at Kitty , her eyes as wide as possible. “ Well , never mind . Let’s just eat. All we have time for before school is these toaster waffles.” Kitty pops 3 waffles down in the 4-piece toaster , and sits herself down on the chair next to mine. Laycie stands , looking at Kitty with surprise. “ School!? Your going to school , Evie?” She turns to face me. I turn to face Kitty. I look at her pleadingly , until she gives me the look that screams “ FINE! YOU WIN”. I smile happily at my victory in the staring game for once. “ C’mon , Cece , were going to be late . Go get dressed!” Laycie , moving her eyes suspiciously from Kitty to me , slowly makes her way upstairs .
Pop !
Kitty rushes over to the toaster and puts the waffles on three different plates , pouring thick maple syrup all over them. She hands me a plate and a fork , and sits down with her own breakfast , and begins to eat. After we both got a couple forkfuls down , Laycie comes downstairs and polishes off her plate as well. Kitty throws the dishes in the sink , and grabs her keys. As she walks to toward the front door , she shouts “ Take care of yourself , Ev. ! No emo shit today, you know what I mean!” I hear the door close behind them. Home alone at last. What to do?
My emo shit.
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