{Rave's POV}
I finally made it back home, despite my clothes being soaking wet. I walked up the steps, muddy footprints leaving a trail.

I dug into my soaked pocket for the key, placing the umbrella down. After a few seconds, I pulled them out.

I placed the key into the door, turning the lock open and hearing a faint click noise. The door swung open, as I stepped inside.

Weird, no noise. Kat and Helen must be out, so that means no nagging from them.

I took my shoes off, along with my soaked jacket. I placed it on the hook, seeing the water droplets drip onto the hardwood floor.

Seeing as though I'm soaking wet and feel disgusting as shit, I might as well take a shower.

So with that in mind I head through the empty hallways, leaving a trail of wet footprints. Once arriving at the bathroom, I quickly grabbed a towl and stepped in.

Locking the door was a bit of a habit of mine, I just hate the thought of someone busting through the door when I'm doing something important.

I placed my towl on top of the sink, along with the wash cloth. I flipped the light switch up, making the lightbulb flicker for a second.

Once the light was on I began to strip my soaked clothing, piling them near the door. I switched the shower on, hearing the beading of water running.

I grabbed my wash cloth and stepped in, feeling the hot substance trickle down my body. I felt a bit better, since I was soaking wet from the rain.

I just sighed and grabbed the hair conditioner from the small soap ledge, opening the lemon scented soap.

I usually don't wash my hair in the shower, but today I felt alittle lazy and didn't feel like washing my hair separately.

After scratching my head with soap in my hands, I rinsed it with the running water. After about 10 mintues, I stepped out and turned the shower off.

Wrapping my towel around my waist and grabbing my phone, I opened the door and walked to my room. Once there I closed my door shut, stretching my arms out. I rummaged through my closet, pulling out things that seemed comfortable enough to wear. I placed on a short sleeved gray shirt with black sweat pants, along with white socks.

I laid down on my bed, hands behind my head. I checked the time, which read '5:37pm' on my phone. Apparently I've gotten three missed calls and two messages, both from the same number. I just unlocked my phone and scrolled through my contacts, landing on the untouched messages.

The number was labeled 'Douche Bag' with a picture of a donkey as the contact image, and I knew who exactly this was.

I glared slightly and pressed the number, looking at the messages that were sent.

One said 'pick up your damn phone.' While another was basically a death threat, so I ignored those two and read the last one.

I mentally wanted to hit myself I soon as I read it, not even wanting to look it at.

Douche Bag: Don't worry about walking home from your next shift, I'll come and pick you up. Besides, I have some matters to discuss with you. Don't block this number again.

I placed my phone down on my bed side table, face palming into my pillow. I sighed heavily, lifting my face up just a bit.

"Great, dear old dad is coming to pick me up..just lovely.."