WalkingOnDisaster
February 21st, 2013, 11:18 AM
I wake up this morning, feeling groggy as ever. I hate getting up early, it reminds me too much of school. I hear some form of scuffling downstairs, and think to myself it's just Mila and Sheldon fighting again. I don't mind. They fight a lot. I just learned to ignore it.
Soon I hear my name called. I slowly get up, rub the back of my neck, and walk downstairs. My short hair is still neat from when I got it cut yesterday. It's my trip today, and I'm so excited!
"What do you want, Sheldon?" I ask.
"You asked to get up early this morning for Angie's." He reminds me.
"I didn't ask to get up before the sun. What time is it?" I ask, rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes.
"About 6:30. I'll drive you to the plane, if you want." He says.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You're acting strange." I say.
He shrugs, then tells me to run upstairs and change, and he'll start breakfast.
This is weird. He never, ever is nice to me like this. I'm very confused. But I change into a tank top, a pair of shorts, cheap knock-off chucks and snow-white socks. A new outfit from the thrift store and Wal*Mart.
I pick up my messenger bag, and walk downstairs. Inside I have a note-book, a Bible, a book to read, and my mp3 player. Downstairs, Sheldon made eggs, bacon, pancakes and is making waffles. Who needs pancakes and waffles?
"Wow, Sheldon, you outdid yourself." I say.
He smiles. But then he frowns, sighs and turns over to me.
"The past 16 years of your life, we've given you hell. Dad's raped you, mom's abused you, your sister and I have bullied you. But never once did you argue, never once did you fight back. When I smacked you for touching my things, you looked at the floor, said you were sorry, and walked away. I don't understand how anyone could be so sweet, and still be treated like an unwanted pet." He says.
I shrug and smile. "I guess I just always knew it wasn't gonna be all bad."
"But how?" He asks.
"Well I just always got this feeling." I say.
He just looks at me. Sheldon really cleans up. The day before yesterday his hair was all scraggly and in his eyes, his facial hair made him look like a caveman, and he needed a bath. Today, his hair is clean and neat, his face if clean-shaven, and he smells very strongly like Axe cologne. He looks like a respectable person now.
"Where is Mila?" I ask.
"Trust me, Dem. You don't wanna know."
I nod. He asks me to sit down. He cleaned the entire house. It's never been this nice. I am very confused. He sets a plate full of food down in front of me. He makes his own and sits down.
"I'm sorry, I'm really confused. How long have you been up?" I ask.
"Since around four." He says.
I am shocked. "Why?"
"Mila. She's being not so cool, as you would say." He explains.
"Okay." I say, still a little confused.
"Listen, it's gonna be alright. You're going to Angie's for a few weeks, and I'll get everything situated here. Don't worry about it." He says.
His voice is really calm, kind, soothing. I can't help but listen to him.
I try to find topics for conversation. I tell him his new shirt looks nice, he tells me I look nice today too.
Finally the awkward meal is over, and Sheldon and I do the dishes from breakfast.
"Oh, I got you a present. Yesterday Angie called and said you'd be going to a party, so when I went out to buy this shirt I got you something." He says, walking me to the coat closet.
Inside is a long, floor-length orange and white gown with a single sleeve, and lace embroidery. With it, a black headband and black wedge shoes. He also got some makeup for me, stuff I've asked for every year but never gotten, and given up asking for.
"Do you like it? I can return it, we still have time." He says.
"No, no, no. I love it!" I say, with a big smile.
"Okay good. I just wanted to try to make everything up to you. I know it'll take years to do that, but I thought a nice gift I know you've wanted would help." He says.
"Well you don't gotta make anything up, but the gift is much appreciated." I say.
He smiles. He actually has a pleasant smile, and I don't think I've ever seen him do that before. He helps me pack it in a formal-wear suitcase.
We have about an hour before we have to get to the airport, so we both lounge in the living room and just talk.
I learn how great of a sense of humor he has, and he learns I do have an angry side.
"Demi, we should get going." He says.
I nod, and I get in his car.
Holy cow. Even his car smells nice! I'm extremely shocked.
"We're also picking up James, so if you don't mind you'll sit in the back." Sheldon says.
"That's okay." I say.
He nods, and we go over to James's house, and he comes running out.
"Thanks for the pickup, Shelly. Hey Demi." He says.
I laugh. "Shelly?"
Sheldon sighs. "Did you really have to say that, James?"
James shrugs, and laughs.
We get to the airport, all three of us getting along well and laughing like we've all been buddies for years and years.
James lets me out, and we go in. The airport is busy for only being 8 am. We walk over, and get registered for our ride to San Francisco. We both sit, waiting for our ride to be called.
"So, Sheldon switched quickly." I say.
"Yep. I think it's a good thing." James says.
"No duh!" I laugh.
He chuckles. "Yeah. At least he's not a total jerk-in-the-box."
I nod.
Our plane is called, and I jump up, startling James. I laugh and run to the entrance, were I get to get on the plane.
I'm so excited!
Soon I hear my name called. I slowly get up, rub the back of my neck, and walk downstairs. My short hair is still neat from when I got it cut yesterday. It's my trip today, and I'm so excited!
"What do you want, Sheldon?" I ask.
"You asked to get up early this morning for Angie's." He reminds me.
"I didn't ask to get up before the sun. What time is it?" I ask, rubbing the sleepiness out of my eyes.
"About 6:30. I'll drive you to the plane, if you want." He says.
"Are you okay?" I ask.
"Yeah. Why?"
"You're acting strange." I say.
He shrugs, then tells me to run upstairs and change, and he'll start breakfast.
This is weird. He never, ever is nice to me like this. I'm very confused. But I change into a tank top, a pair of shorts, cheap knock-off chucks and snow-white socks. A new outfit from the thrift store and Wal*Mart.
I pick up my messenger bag, and walk downstairs. Inside I have a note-book, a Bible, a book to read, and my mp3 player. Downstairs, Sheldon made eggs, bacon, pancakes and is making waffles. Who needs pancakes and waffles?
"Wow, Sheldon, you outdid yourself." I say.
He smiles. But then he frowns, sighs and turns over to me.
"The past 16 years of your life, we've given you hell. Dad's raped you, mom's abused you, your sister and I have bullied you. But never once did you argue, never once did you fight back. When I smacked you for touching my things, you looked at the floor, said you were sorry, and walked away. I don't understand how anyone could be so sweet, and still be treated like an unwanted pet." He says.
I shrug and smile. "I guess I just always knew it wasn't gonna be all bad."
"But how?" He asks.
"Well I just always got this feeling." I say.
He just looks at me. Sheldon really cleans up. The day before yesterday his hair was all scraggly and in his eyes, his facial hair made him look like a caveman, and he needed a bath. Today, his hair is clean and neat, his face if clean-shaven, and he smells very strongly like Axe cologne. He looks like a respectable person now.
"Where is Mila?" I ask.
"Trust me, Dem. You don't wanna know."
I nod. He asks me to sit down. He cleaned the entire house. It's never been this nice. I am very confused. He sets a plate full of food down in front of me. He makes his own and sits down.
"I'm sorry, I'm really confused. How long have you been up?" I ask.
"Since around four." He says.
I am shocked. "Why?"
"Mila. She's being not so cool, as you would say." He explains.
"Okay." I say, still a little confused.
"Listen, it's gonna be alright. You're going to Angie's for a few weeks, and I'll get everything situated here. Don't worry about it." He says.
His voice is really calm, kind, soothing. I can't help but listen to him.
I try to find topics for conversation. I tell him his new shirt looks nice, he tells me I look nice today too.
Finally the awkward meal is over, and Sheldon and I do the dishes from breakfast.
"Oh, I got you a present. Yesterday Angie called and said you'd be going to a party, so when I went out to buy this shirt I got you something." He says, walking me to the coat closet.
Inside is a long, floor-length orange and white gown with a single sleeve, and lace embroidery. With it, a black headband and black wedge shoes. He also got some makeup for me, stuff I've asked for every year but never gotten, and given up asking for.
"Do you like it? I can return it, we still have time." He says.
"No, no, no. I love it!" I say, with a big smile.
"Okay good. I just wanted to try to make everything up to you. I know it'll take years to do that, but I thought a nice gift I know you've wanted would help." He says.
"Well you don't gotta make anything up, but the gift is much appreciated." I say.
He smiles. He actually has a pleasant smile, and I don't think I've ever seen him do that before. He helps me pack it in a formal-wear suitcase.
We have about an hour before we have to get to the airport, so we both lounge in the living room and just talk.
I learn how great of a sense of humor he has, and he learns I do have an angry side.
"Demi, we should get going." He says.
I nod, and I get in his car.
Holy cow. Even his car smells nice! I'm extremely shocked.
"We're also picking up James, so if you don't mind you'll sit in the back." Sheldon says.
"That's okay." I say.
He nods, and we go over to James's house, and he comes running out.
"Thanks for the pickup, Shelly. Hey Demi." He says.
I laugh. "Shelly?"
Sheldon sighs. "Did you really have to say that, James?"
James shrugs, and laughs.
We get to the airport, all three of us getting along well and laughing like we've all been buddies for years and years.
James lets me out, and we go in. The airport is busy for only being 8 am. We walk over, and get registered for our ride to San Francisco. We both sit, waiting for our ride to be called.
"So, Sheldon switched quickly." I say.
"Yep. I think it's a good thing." James says.
"No duh!" I laugh.
He chuckles. "Yeah. At least he's not a total jerk-in-the-box."
I nod.
Our plane is called, and I jump up, startling James. I laugh and run to the entrance, were I get to get on the plane.
I'm so excited!