Chapter 9

The week passed by in a blink of an eye and the day i have been dreading is finally here. Sunday.

In the last couple of days, Karl and I have some how got ourself a little routine. I wake up every morning and make both of us breakfast while he showers and gets ready for work. Then, he comes down, looks at the plate i make for him, scoff at me and make his own coffee before he walks into the sitting room and read his newspaper. At least he didn't throw the plates at me so that's a change.

Then, I'd rush to the bathroom and get myself ready. Afterwards, a forty-five minute silent and awkward ride to work with Karl ends our morning routine.

At night, he would come late and wouldn't even bother to come to the dining room and because he comes in late, and sometimes even stays the night out, I don't bother to make dinner. I had to settle fo dry toast ever night because our fridge is pretty much a deserted island.

When Karl does make it home, he take a short shower, changes into his sweats a