Zombie Girl

Dying Embarrassment

Y/N's POV-

The wind felt as if it was passing right through my body, hitting every point before evacuating, as if its purpose was to make me feel even colder. It had been getting close to winter... my favorite time of the year. It was a bittersweet season. I was in love with the fact that I was able to stay inside with no further communication other than the dialogue interchanging through the characters of each story I read. I was a big reader. It was a way to help me escape from the misery at home. After a fight. No. Not a fight. After my dad was done yelling at me for hours on end, I would start up the stairs crying, only to be comforted by a good book and warm pajamas. I'd become so attached to the characters that I started to pretend I was actually a part of the story. It was a way to cope, and my God did it do wonders.

Clutching my jacket tighter around my body, I finally make it to the front of my house, catching eyes with Petra who has been waiting for me at the front door. The look on her face gave away the fact that she wanted to murder me.

"Where have you been young lady?" She speaks in a demanding tone, holding the door open for me to pass awkwardly by.

Jesus did she sound just like my mom.

After my... interaction... with Pieck in the bathroom stall, I was about fifteen minutes late for class... concluding with me being assigned a detention in which I refused to inform Petra about. Knowing how she gets, she would most likely raid the school and scream at the principle until her voice would loose strength. "She's such a sweet girl! Why the hell is she getting a punishment?! This school is fucked!" She would say.

"I uh...", I contemplated with my self weather I should lie and say I needed to stay back to study, or tell her and deal with the punishments, knowing it would be far worse if she found out I had been lying as of my whereabouts.

"You what? Speak child."

"I needed extra help in a class so I stayed back", I cringe at myself. Holding back the sweat trying to run down my forehead as it would be obvious I wasn't telling the truth if she were to see it.

"And you didn't think to call me? Maybe a... 'Hey Petra I'll be coming home from school late due to needing extra help in a class"', she holds her hand up to her ear to stimulate being on the phone.

"I know I'm sorry... it won't happen again", I sigh, throwing my backpack off my shoulder and letting it land on the chair beside me. Petra's eyes squint. Was she onto me? Could she tell I was lying? God I hope not.

"Anyways", Petra makes her way to the counter, resting her elbows on the table, chin placed on her hands. I sigh in relief that she hadn't caught onto my dumb excuse. "We're having people over tonight for dinner. A mother and a daughter... the daughter might be your age, not sure."

"Does my dad know about this?"

"He doesn't have to", she slid her face down the shape of her arm, laying her chin atop of the counter in an awkward position. She was tired... I could tell. Not to blame her though... I mean she has to watch Andy every single day because the lazy son-of-a-bitch dad we have, had no interest in coming home after a drinking night with is "buddies".

He hasn't been home for two days now, yet it didn't concern me, for it was practically a natural thing now. He would wake up, tell me to feed Andy, leave the house, spend some time gambling at his job, hit it up at some bar, stay in a hotel for 1-3 days, then come home drunk in a taxi with lipstick smeared on his cheek, maybe lips or neck if he got lucky. He would occasionally bring home a woman, and then act nice to us while she was here. Of course it was an act though, and I got sick of it real fast, especially the random woman he'd bring home that looked to be ten years younger than him every time.