Chapter Eight: The Bastard

My alarm blared, and the intro to "Wake Me Up Before You Go-Go" jolted me awake with a start. Naturally, my fist slammed on the snooze button and sent the blaring noise to a stop, and caused a couple of pieces to break off the clock. Those fucking reflexes. Now I needed a new clock.

I groaned and wiped my face before I checked the time; 4:45. Fuck.

I heavy sighed and threw my covers off of my body, exposing myself to the early-morning chill. Double fuck. I reached over to grab my blanket, desperate for its warmth, but apparently, I had thrown it on the floor, keeping it out of reach.

"I fucking hate mornings," I grumbled to myself, my groggy morning voice a little deeper than usual, as I forced my body to a sitting position and threw my legs off the side of my bed. My feet hit the floor and I sat up to stretch to loosen my muscles. A yawn rose from my lungs as I reluctantly pushed myself up and off my bed.

I rubbed my eyes as I ambled over to my dresser to pull out some clothes fo