Every day is the same…
My step mom went to work after roughly an hour of scrambling through paperwork while munching on her toast. Dad had already left an half hour earlier.
My brother would toss some food onto the table for me and rushed off without eating, late to school. I never finished my food.
I never even begin to feel better.
And so I would sleep.
Courtney would get back hours later and wake me up. At 5PM, my brother would be home from detention. They’d both sit at the end of my bed and I’d do homework with my brother.
Courtney had my pain medication ready for 7PM. I could hardly breathe at this point. I couldn’t take it with water as it hurt too much. 8PM, Courtney told me there was a present for me. She reached into a bag and pulled out a brown plush bear.
“This is Freddy, but of course you knew that. Take good care of him. Your Dad is working later tonight it seems.” She patted my knee and walked out of the room.
I would sleep again, hugging Freddy close to myself. The pain medication hadn’t begun it’s effect yet.
I would wake up at 12AM to silence.
Dad wasn’t home yet.
Just work again… just dad and his work…