The Next Morning...
Klayton's P.O.V.
BANG!!, BANG!!, SMASH!!, CLANK!!, CLANK!!, CLANK!!, CLANK!!, SMASH!!, BANG!!.
What the f**k?.
I was laying down sleeping on what I assume is my bed in my bedroom when out of nowhere, I was abruptly woken up by the sounds of numerous different noises which sounded like doors being banged, dishes being clanked together or things being slammed onto surfaces before the sound of a very loud hoover had me sitting upright from my slumber.
This wasn't the best thing for me to do because almost instantly my head started to throb and I felt nauseous.
"Urgh!!, f**k"
I groan in pain as I close my eyes and hold my head with both of my hands.
Fuck, I feel like s**t.
"OH GOOD MORNING, SLEEPING BEAUTY!!"
My mother shouts at me over the noise of the hoover.
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