“There are no cameras in here like there are in the rest of the house. There is one right outside your door, but I cannot see your bed from it.” He says that like it’s a gift or something. “If you prove that you need one in your room, then there will be one, but for now the lack of door should be enough.”
“You know, I sort of feel like I’m back in juvie. I only tried to kill myself, not someone else this time, you know?” I laugh despite it being a really bad joke. I expect some retaliation, but he simply turns and leaves the room. Well, fine then.
After an hour, I’m pretty acquainted with my room and en suite. Feels even crazy to say my en suite. I’ve always shared a bathroom with someone, and now I have my very own with a soaker tub I plan to use before I can’t because of my stupid surgery tomorrow.
I fall onto my bed and relish how comfortable it is before pulling out my phone. A photo of Ash kissing my cheek stares back at me, and I smile. Pulling up my texts, I decide to text him first.
Me: My room at Uncle Jets is like four times the size of my one at hrandpas, going to take some getting used to for sure.
To my surprise, he doesn’t reply. Frowning, I snap a photo of me lying on my new quilt and send it to him.
Me: This quilt is much cooler in person :)
Finally, after another ten minutes of me pretending to look at other apps, my phone pings with a text.
Ash: You look beautiful, babygirl. The quilt is very you, and I love it almost as much as I love you.
Me: Come over and youcan see how comfy it is for yourself ;)
Ash: We both know he is not letting me anywhere near your room. I will stop by later tonight after dinner, okay?
Me: Okay, see you soon!
Several more minutes tick by. My stomach tightens while I wait. I’m not used to having to wait for his replies.
Ash: I love you so much.
A normal and sweet text, but it doesn’t make that bad feeling deep in my stomach go away.
Shaking it off, I send a few hearts, and click off. I know Parker will be home soon and then they will have dinner and whatnot, so I’ll leave him to that. It’s so weird everyone else is still in school where I should be. No one has mentioned when I have to go back, but I assume it’s soon. I must be so far behind. I should text Clay to see what is up with schoolwork. He was on my visitors list a few times too, I better thank him for that.
I have a few texts from various people. Mostly the girls on my team wishing me better, and a few from Clay, several about homework and a simple, Come back to school text, very Clay.
Me: Be honest, how far am I behind?
To my surprise, bubbles pop up almost immediately.
Clay: Not too bad. I have been collecting your assignments. Let me know when a good time is to drop them off.
Me: You are the best! Whenever really. I’m staying at Olivia Gilberts house, it’s a long story. You live near here, right?
Clay: Yes. I can drop them off later tonight, if you would like?
Me: If it’s not a problem, that’d be great.
Clay: Great. See you later.
Next, I pull up Janelle’s chat. She’s on vacation with her mom, but we’ve been talking daily, basically since I woke up. She’s also pissed she wasn’t here when I woke up.
Me: Could my room BE anymore perfect? Seriously, Jay. You nailed it.
Unlike Ash, and like Clay, she replies immediately.
Jay: I KNOW! I’m so glad you’re finally able to enjoy it. Expect a sleep over every night once I’m home!
Me: Uncle Jet is going to lose his mind LOL
Jay: Payback for having to deal with his moody ass for the last couple weeks.