18. Chapter 15
Chance
T hree am. JJ’s sea-siren of a snore echoed through the house. Still a little buzz from the half a joint I’d had to get to sleep.
Yep, perfect conditions for this.
I stared at myself in the mirror of the small bathroom.
My shoulders were wider than what the mirror could show, and the single light was hospital-white.
JJ’s many skin products littered the vanity, though he claimed it was because he had no space since he had generously given me half of the storage. A whole drawer to myself.
I’d shaved the grossly overgrown stubble down to an appropriate length before dinner tonight, making me look less stray. I snorted at the irony of it. I was trying to look the opposite when that was exactly what I was— a stray . Hell, even Sunny had picked up on it.
I shared the colour of my hair with my siblings, as well as the shade of my eyes with my sister.
A gracious gift from the piss-poor excuse of a man we all shared as a father.
The strands stretched to about mid-chest, and it was the same blond the man himself had had back in the day.
It had somehow thickened out in the last few weeks, quicker than I ever knew hair even could .
It didn’t look so frail and like it was two seconds away from falling out.
It looked like the beginning of strong, healthy hair.
I stared at the reflection staring back at me. The man in the mirror. The hair that I’d had for the last few years. The hair that had thinned from stress and anxiety. The hair that was such an identifying feature and that tied me to what I was so fucking desperate to run from.
I laughed and picked up the electric shaver.