After introducing Avery to his messy room, and grabbing for his things before he went back into the main room to sleep for the night, he watched as Avery had covered herself up with the sheets that had laid on the bed. Seeing that she had gotten in without question surprised Roland for a minute, thinking that she was going to argue him and keep at it because of herself thinking of being nothing more than a burden or aggravation. When she attempted to lay down, she had placed the covers over her body, head and all, for some apparent reason, but Roland was too tired to ask why. Assuming that she was settled in, he proceeded back to his bedroom door so that he could get some sleep himself. Before he had left, Avery had told him goodnight, so he decided to do the same.
“Goodnight Avery,” said Roland, “Sweet dreams.” As he left the room, he had turned out the light in his bedroom and gently closed the door, leaving it a tad open just in case if something was to go wrong. Once he did so, and made progress back to the sofa, he laid down on it trying to comfortable himself. He adjusted the pillow right behind his head, pulled the old sheet from the closet over his body, and was ready to turn in for the night. But before he could, he had realized something.
When the thought hit him that he forgot to write in his journal for the night, he quickly picked it up from the side of the sofa and opened it up to begin writing.
Roland’s evening summary, Wednesday
What seemed like a nice day turned out to be a surprising one as well, making it more of, well, something else.
I had brought that girl here, Avery, into the house. TO SPEND THE NIGHT. HERE! All of it is relatively new to me, considering I’ve never had a girl spend the night at a place I’m staying at myself, but everything seemed to work out just fine. Well, after a couple of stints here and there. But I also found out something else about her.
I didn’t know how to react about it, her telling me about the abuse she takes from her father, but then again I don’t really what to do either. I’ve never known anyone with an abusive parents before, but all I know is that it answers most of my questions about her. Hopefully though, I can figure something out to help, by any means necessary.
I have to do something. I have no choice in the matter because I’m not going to sit around and do nothing, not after everything that has happened.
Once he became finished, he closed his journal, sitting it next to the sofa on the floor, and tried to become comfortable. Afterwards, his eyes slowly shut and he began to sleep.