I was in the guest bedroom, well, I guess on a technical hitch, it was my bedroom, but it felt really weird calling it that, so guest bedroom it is, Dream was in the bathroom doing something, (I never questioned what he did as it was none of my business what he chose to do in there), (plus I don't wanna know what he was doing unless he's dying), (a morbid side note, I know that, but fucking sue me Karen).

As I was saying, I was in the guest bedroom, trying to make myself cope with what had happened in the past 24 hours, (as a lot of shit had happened here), but I couldn't, so I went into my Dad's old bedroom, (as that is usually a source of comfort for me).

When I first went in, I just saw all the old basketball trophies and medals, until I looked at the photo frames, then I saw lots of photos of Savannah and I doing different things.

The one that I picked up was from when I was 11, winning my first kid golf tournament, (which I went on to win a couple of, ya know).

I was shocked that I had won the tournament, (as I was the youngest person that was competing there by like 3 years), but nevertheless, I was excited as fuck, because I was still a couple of years away from my teenage years.

We were driving home in Dad's old pickup truck, (since it was a couple of states over), and for a while, I was just trying to soak it all in, (I sometimes struggle with that now as an adult, so that definitely didn't happen).

"Daddy"
"Yes Lacey Lou"
"Are you proud of me?"
"Of course I'm proud of you Baby"
"Really really?"
"Of course I am, why wouldn't I be?"
"I don't know"

Dad looked like he wanted to start a whole speech about the importance of self love or something, (he did that to both Savannah and I a lot), but he didn't this time, as I guess that he couldn't concentrate on that and driving us home or something like that, so instead he pointed out how big of an achievement it actually was, (because I wasn't getting that it was a massive deal).

"Baby, do you know what you just won?"
"A golf tournament"
"Not just any old golf tournament Sweetheart, you've just won a national tournament for under 18's"
"What's national?"
"It means country wide"
"Wait, I won against the best in the country?"
"Yeah Baby, you did"
"But how?"
"Because you're great at golf"

I then snapped back into reality, because oh gravity went from under me like a little bitch, and Dream ran into Dad's room, obviously hearing the thump! from where he was staying, (which was the other guest room), (yeah the house was weirdly big).

"Laceybuns, are you ok?"
"I'm fine"
"Don't bullshit me"
"Then don't ask me if I'm ok if ya know that I'm not actually ok"
"I apologise, ooh, that's from your Golfing days"
"Yeah it is"
"Babyfaced Laceybuns was cute and adorable"

I know that Dream was being genuine when he said that 'Babyfaced Laceybuns was cute and adorable', but I just didn't get why people would think that, as I just see an 11 year old who was good at golf, (which was an actual achievement rather than me being cute as that's just genetics at play here).

"Gaylord"
"What?, don't look at me like that as I'm pretty sure that your Dad would agree with me if he was here"
"For God's sake Dream, he would tell you that I'm cute and adorable now if he was alive now"
"He would also give your Mom a piece of his mind about what happened last week and this morning"
"I know Dream, I know, but she isn't going to change and Dad's pretty fucking dead"

I felt really bad about depressing the air after that whole ass bombshell, as Dream was just trying to make me feel better, (like he tried his best here), plus he wasn't used to my moping around to cope with everything that had happened that year, but before I could even start apologising, well Dream pulled me into a hug.

"Lacey, you know that if you want to come back to New York with me, just know that nobody would care as long as you're happy"
"I know that Dream, but I couldn't ask your Mom to do that for me"
"(Sighs), I know, Bolton pride and all that jazz, but if you ever change your mind about that, just say the word and let me know, ok?"
"Of course, (kisses cheek), I love you Softie"
"I love you too Babes"