S A M U E L
The next morning I’m pretty sure I was the first one up as I quietly padded into my parent’s bedroom. I silently hoped that they weren’t up this early, being nasty.
“Mom?” I whisper, standing over the side of her bed and I scrunch my face at the drool on her pillow.
“You get used to It after a while.” My dad says, his eyes half closed and I snort.
Poor him.
“Loa’s here.” I state and he stretches.
“Really? What time is it?” He groans.
“I don’t know, a little after 5.”
“Then why is she here? Did something happen?”
“I need to talk to you guys.” Noticing the serious expression I wore, he sat up, and cooed my mother awake. I stared at them in disgust, as they shared a kiss.
“I’m right here.” I snap, and my mom jumps.
“Samuel,” She places her hand on her chest. “You scare
