DADDY // HS

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Emma

He was leaving as I walked him to the door.

"Bye." I blurted, but my mum cut me off.

"Emma, be nice." Harry only chuckled.

"She's fine. Teenagers. Oh, um, before I leave, I have a job for you if you're up for it." I narrowed my eyes in curiosity.

"Is it paid?" He nodded, making me say yes instantly.

"Good, I need a babysitter on Saturdays and Sundays." Are you fucking shitting me? How can I take care of a baby if I can't even take care of myself?

"He's four years old, and his name is Tyler." Oh, at least he's not two or eight. It can't be too hard.

"Okay yeah, I'll be there." He gave me his address and his number since I'll need to call him or whatever. I ran back up to my room to shower to get ready for tonight. I had other plans to do other than homework. I got pulled out of school because I was never there, and now I'm being homeschooled for my senior year of high school. I'm so stoked. All my friends get to be together, and I only get to them on the weekends when we are all drunk. I guess they aren't my friends but the people I party with on the weekends.

My parents looked at me.

"What?" Seriously they are so far up my ass; it's annoying.

"He's only trying to help." He'd only do it because he's getting paid. My parents are paying him a lot. I'm sure of it. He's got better things to do then help me get my grades up. I can do it myself. I'm grown-ish.

I head back in my room.

"Emma, don't forget your homework." I closed my door, ignoring her, and headed to my bathroom. While I got the shower ready, I pull out what I was going to wear. A red and black flannel printed skirt that had a zipper down the middle, along with a pair of heeled boots, and a white cropped top. The water was hot against my skin as I scrubbed and shaved.

Getting out and getting dressed quickly, I snuck out of the house. It's hard in heels and a skirt, but I did. I park my car on the side of the street and not the driveway, so my parents don't know when I've left or come back.

Speeding off down the road, I made it to the party. We call it our back to school bash, really just an excuse to throw a party. Now I can relax. Shoving people out of my way, I grabbed the bottle of tequila. A very stereotypical alcoholic beverage you find at a teenage party.

"Hey, that was mine." A girl I know, as Liz said, but I kindly flipped her off and told her to fuck off. I have gotten in fights with her and won, and she still trying to pick battles with me. Do I have to beat your ass again???

I'm kind of a bitch in these parts of town. My parents hate to say it, but they are embarrassed by me. I'm not an idiot. I'd be too if I were my kid. I opened the bottle and guzzled it down and let myself go — my time to get away from life. I mostly drink my days away. I drink to forget, but I always remember. It's very backward, but I still drink because then, I forget how to feel.

As the night went on, I forgot what it was like to see or walk well, so I took off my heels and knew that I was in no way in condition to drive. I'll just come back here or crash. I left alone, thank god and started down the road. I mean, to me, drinking was better than relapsing on pills and self-harm. It's the same thing, but I just never saw myself downhill with alcohol-- yet.

My feet hurt a lot, and I couldn't fucking see straight, and that was annoying me. I groaned in annoyance, not sure where I was or where I am heading. I need to get home and needed fresh air. Maybe if I called a sober friend, they could give me a ride back home. I pulled my phone out and squinted at the screen. Yup, I am fucked up, and I am gone. Plopping down on the curb, I let my head fall to my knees. I felt like I was going to throw up. Going out was a mistake. I should've stayed home and done my stupid math homework. You know why is math the only homework? Better question, why does math give homework? Not like I'll get what's going when I get home. Teacher logic, I don't understand that either.