Why me

Pissed

My routine for the past few days was smoke, sleep, wake up, do laundry, and take a shower. I have a bathroom in my bedroom that’s cool. Sneak to the kitchen when I believe my grandma was asleep.  I woke up to someone banging on my door. My grandma cracks it open. Realizing somethings in front of it. Eventually just shoved it opened. I forgot to move my shirts. I was looking down at my door were my shirts were and I see big feet and knowing that is not my grandma's feet. I looked up to see a sexy ass dude smiling down at me. I sat up.

"what do you want?" I covered my stomach with my blanket. I didn’t want him to see my  scars. And ask me a bunch of questions. I rolled my eyes as he takes longer to speak.

"breakfast is done" he had a half smile on his face. A cute ass smiles. His eyes were brown and he had a sexy ass jaw line. I don’t know what it is with me and jaw lines. But I bet this dude is rocking some abs too.

" So, you mean to tell me... you decided to bang on my door and wake me up and since that wasn’t enough for you. You thought it was okay to barge into my room. Who the f**k do you think you are? Why the f**k you even at this house? You look like you still go to high school. Why do you as a stranger think it's okay to come into my room." That’s when his smile went away. And I just got angrier when it takes him a long time to reply like he studying me. f*****g creep.

"you don’t remember me?  I'm Travis. Your grandma took custody over me. My parents where your mom's best friends. My parents ditched me. And when you used to live here. We always hung out. We played football. you tackled the hell out of James. I'm not a stranger." He was smiling again when he was talking about us playing football. But I do remember pieces now.

"well, I don’t want to eat breakfast. When I'm hungry I will get me some food. So, leave me alone." I laid back down and pulled the covers over my shoulders. Turned to face away from my door.

"well, today is Sunday. Sundays you have too to eat dinner at the dinner table. Just a reminder." I didn’t hear the door shut behind me so I assume he still there.

"when I don’t reply that means you should probably leave. And I don’t need you to remind me s**t. I don’t need your help. Certainly, don’t want your help so would you leave me the f**k alone. And get the f**k out of my damn room. I mean damn." It was silent but no less then 10 secs the door slammed behind me. I started to cry never have I ever been so rude in my life to someone that’s just helping me out and I really don’t want to go to school tomorrow. Really pissed that my dad left me, really pissed that my mom died.