“Rylee’s p.o.v”
I woke up the next morning to someone having a major b***h fit. I slowly crawled out of the bed, down the small hallway to the extra bedroom, where the sound was coming from. I slowly turned the knob to open the door till someone stopped me on the other side.
I heard my father’s voice from the other side, “Rylee, you’re not allowed in here yet, we’re not done!” I rolled my eye’s and shuffled away to the kitchen. I was starving yet pukey, and my body was so sore. I dug in the fridge pulling out leftovers from dinner, and ice cream.
As I heated the food I heard my uncle cuss again loudly from something being dropped on his foot. I had a silly smirk on my face as I went back to my room, closing and locking the door behind me. I needed to clear my head, so I went to Dustin’
