(Sorry I deleted 17.5. I tried to read it  but I just couldn't, so think of it as a really bad filler that needed to be removed from this platform lol.)

A cold breeze brushed your shoulder, causing you to wake up. You pulled the blanket above your head and shrinked in the sheets. After a few attempts of trying going back to sleep, you removed the blanket off of you and felt the other side of the bed with your right hand. Empty. You went to the bathroom, washed your face and fixed your wild hair. Remembering what happened, you blushed at your reflection in the mirror and walked inside to check Tiffany. She was nowhere to be found. Just when you were about to panick, you saw a note on the kitchen counter, saying that she had something important to do. It was probably about her trial with Nickhun. 

You got back to the bedroom and searched for your phone. It was messy and smelled like sweat. You were even more embarassed of yourself but there was nothing to do. You were glad that Tiffany was out now. You slided the window which was already slightly open. While making the bed, you found your phone that was turned off due to the lack of battery. You 'borrowed' Tiffany's charger and started playing with Prince after getting him out of his playroom. Luckily, Tiffany didn't forget to feed him and give him potty training...

When you thought enough time passed for your phone to be able to open now, you went to the bedroom again and turned it on.

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Déjà vu. 

You had better things than complaining, like calling your mom. Coincidentally, she was calling you. Before you accepted the call, you saw a bunch of missed calls from earlier.

"Mo-"

"Come home. Now!" And she hung up. It was strange. She was angry but not because you were too late. She sounded like she was crying. Why is she crying?

You texted Tiffany that you already woke up and would be leaving now since she didn't answer your call.

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Your mom opened the door with a really red, puffy face. Behind her was your dad. He had an odd expression on his face.

"Look, I know it's already passed 8 P.M, I'm really sorry mo-"

Slap

You were totally surprised. It was the first time in your life that one of your parents hit you. It wasn't just a small warning slap. It burnt and hurt. You held your cheek and looked at her again. She was crying her eyes out and leaning on your dad. It didn't make any