The red LED display of the clock eliminated the room with a red glow, informing Angelina that it was now getting close to 3am.
She let out a big sigh, worry had been slowing fill her up since midnight. Her only son, Trevor, had gone out clubbing and was bound to be pissed. Angelina always worried when he was out drinking, the longer she had to wait for him to return, the more worried she got.
The red glow was beginning to annoy her, so she turned over in her bed, looking to the empty space in her bed where her husband should be sleeping. He had left a few months before; with some slut he had met on a stag night for one of his friends, leaving Angie all alone to raise their son.
She let out another sigh, this time because of the heat; it was stiflingly hot, sweat glistened on her brow. She wiped her forehead with her arm and ran her fingers through her brown, shoulder-length hair.
Finally she gave up. 'I'll never get to sleep in this heat' she thought bitterly to herself, trying to forget her worries about her son. Thoughts of where he could be pestered her mind; collapsed in some ally way or ditch, shagging some dirty slut, maybe even injured from a fight!
She forced these thoughts to the back of her mind and climbed out of bed.
She picked up a grey strappy tank top and some white shorts to put on, as she had been sleeping naked, due to the heat, and walked groggily to the bathroom, her head lolling on her shoulders.
After going to the toilet and dabbing her body with cold water, she brushed her teeth, watching herself in the mirror, proud of her beautiful, slim body. She tied her hair into loose ponytail on the top of her head, loose hair around the sides and front hung down around her face, framing her beautiful brown eyes.
She was just finishing preening when she heard footsteps slowly thudding up the stairs. She paused momentarily, panicking, before she realised it would be Trevor, and then finished checking herself in the mirrors.
After applying her makeup, including a vivid red lipstick that she loved wearing, she left the bathroom. She immediately noticed that the light had been left on, as well as the light in Trevor's room. She clicked the light switch in the hall and sighed to herself again, fed up of doing everything, when Trevor never lifted a finger to help.
She pushed the door to his room open, intending on complaining finally, but he was already asleep, lying on top of his bed covers in grey boxer shorts and a white t-shirt.