This choice: In the West house guest room instead of her own room for some reason... • Go Back...Chapter #5A Turbulent, Tubby Morning by: Mr.Tones   Haley woke up feeling a way she hadn't felt since her crazier days away from home.
That is to say, horrible.
Sitting up with a hand holding her head and hoping the room would stop spinning soon, Haley desperately tried to recall what might have happened last night to make her so ill, yet she remembered only going to sleep with a comfortably full belly after enjoying another one of her mother's meals before toddling off to bed, nothing she could imagine giving her a migraine strong enough to almost put her back to sleep.
Thankfully after sitting there not moving from her up right position for a bit the pain began to ebb away, allowing her to finally be able to wake properly, only to be further confused now that she could actually see without nearly vomiting.
She was in the guest room instead of her own room, which she distinctly remembered falling asleep in, but what's more it looked a little different. Standing slowly, Haley examined the odd new additions, such as a few random travel bags sitting to one corner, some sparse beauty products sitting on the small dresser, and most notably some ratty, old sneakers barely holding together near the foot of the bed.
"These weren't here last time I checked… When was the last time I'd been in this room actually? Maybe Mama's been keeping extra junk in here?"
Examining the bags closer and seeing that one of them was actually a trash bag filled with old clothes and the others tattered and well worn, Haley reconsidered.
"No, she wouldn't let anything be this dirty and just sitting around. Hmm…"
Her confusion was cut short however when the all too familiar smell of Ms. West's greasy southern special breakfast came wafting into the room, punctuated by the growl of her greedy belly in response.
"Haley! Breakfast is almost ready!"
"Coming!"
She could just ask her Mama about it at breakfast, she figured, so without really giving the room another thought Haley went to leave when one last surprise managed to give her pause.
"When did I put on baggy jeans and this big ass shirt?"
She had caught a glimpse of herself in the vanity mirror that she hadn't really paid attention to before, but with noticing her raggedy attire she also noticed that her own reflection looked… off? It was hard to place, but she felt staring at her own face there was something not quite right…
"Last call Haley before I give it all to Tara!"
"Tara?"
When had Tara come home? Whatever she thought, more questions that could be answered over some crispy bacon and fluffy pancakes.
"I'm coming, just give me a minute!"
"Alright, but don't blame me when it's all gone by the time you get down here!"
What, did Tara own a monopoly on breakfast all the sudden? Mama always made more until everyone was satisfied! Whatever, lets just get down there before Tara snatches everything I guess is what Haley thought as she finally left the room.
Only to, again, be confused by what she saw. The guest room was on the ground floor, yet clearly she was on the second floor. Coming out of the door where her room normally is. The door that apparently went to the guest room now.
"Just what even the hell is going on today…?"
Stumbling down stairs Haley was lost in thought as the oddities kept rapidly building up and she had only been awake for 15 minutes. Clearing the stairs and rounding a corner Haley was blasted full force by the tempting scents of her mother's cooking, but it served only as a distraction as her eyes went from the stacks of various morning food stuffs on the kitchen table to the MASS of woman rapidly clearing them out.
"Oh, hey Haley. Glad you made it, I'm sure you've noticed but Mama's cooking is so good I could finish it all by myself, but I would have felt bad eating it before you got something for yourself."
Haley stood stock still, eyes nearly bulging out of her head. That hippo sized lump of lard was Tara?! This woman had to have weighed at least 300 pounds, Tara didn't weigh more than 140 soaking wet! Yet that face, that head of hair, her voice, it all matched with the Tara she knew. Well, maybe the face was a bit off, what with the double chin and chubby cheeks.
"She knows the rules by now, I'm more than glad to cook breakfast for her but if she isn't up and ready to eat it that's just more for my baby girl."
And then with a fresh plate of scrambled eggs in one hand and a pitcher of tea in the other came waltzing Ms. West herself from the stove, looking by and large the same as ever, though she seemed to have a strange look in her eyes whenever she looked at Haley. The poor chunker didn't really have the brain power to discern what that look might mean though after everything else that she's seen so far this morning. She could only continue to stand in the kitchen's doorway in shock.
"By the way Haley, didn't you say something about having an appointment today? Meeting with someone about something important? Did you finally get a job interview, because I know how hard you've been looking since you moved in. It'll be nice to have some semblance of normalcy after that then won't it?"
But "normal" was the furthest thing from Haley's mind right now.
"What. The. FUCK?!"
Maybe not the best way to react in this situation, but not an uncalled for one seeing as Haley was starting to freak out a little. A lot. Maybe she was panicking, it was hard to tell while still being presented with the weirdness in front of her. What she was seeing, what she was being told, none of it was making sense.
"Haley! The West household will not condone such language! What is wrong with you?!"
Haley's state of mind was only getting worse as she had never seen the look of pure disgust on her Mama's face before, let alone pointed at her, alongside Tara's own look of bewilderment of the seemingly random outburst.
Heart racing as every question under the sun ran through her mind yet none being able to escape her mouth, Haley-
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