Summer
Sitting up in bed, I looked around. Tats wasn’t there. It wasn’t abnormal to wake up, and he wasn’t still in bed with me. He normally had to be up before I did and leave earlier in the morning. But I don’t remember his alarm going off this morning. Voices from the front room caught my attention. I couldn’t hear what they were saying, but I could tell Tats was talking to someone. Laying back down, I tried to go back to sleep, but I had to pee. Sighing, I climbed out of bed and pulled on one of his shirts and a pair of shorts. Stepping out of the bedroom, I found my dad standing in the front room talking with Tats. Why was my dad here this early? He normally made sure to call first before coming over. “Dad? What are you doing here?” I looked from him to Tats, confused. “I was s
