The phychopath princess

Chapter 8

I eventually fell asleep for about two hours but when I woke up I had the worst hangover. I got out if bed and went to go shower to get the smell of vodka off.
The frozen droplets fell on my tattooed skin. I washed myself and then got out and dried off. I rolled a joint of weed and stayed there for a few minutes savouring the taste. I got dressed into some black leggings and a black hoody. I was going to skip today because why not. I walked down the stairs with a pounding headache. The chatter in the kitchen was making it worse but as always when I walked in it stopped. I averted my gaze from everyone and poured myself some coffee.
"Here, this will make your hangover better," Daniel said handing me a green smoothie.
I grumbled in acknowledgment and drank the weird drink.
It wasn't that bad but I wouldn't try it again.
"So aswell as being anorexic your also a alcoholic," Roberto said glaring at me.
"Go fuck your self."
My headache was worse now but loud noises still hurt.
At that moment Lorenzo walked in and he was fuming.
"Where the hell did you get that alcohol," he shouted.
"Shop," I muttered back.
"Your 16, you can't be drinking,"
"So your going to act like a father now when you left me alone my whole life," I retaliate with a glare in my eyes. My red eyes have probaly turned a darker shade now. How dare he.
" yes because I am your father and you will do exactly as I say," he shouted."or else," he said with warning.
"Can you stop shouting it's really hurting my head," I said back.
"And it else what," I asked angrily and curiously.
"I'll....I'll take your phone off of you." He said back with no meaning.
"Wow I'm fucking terrified," I said back smirking.
I had enough as I walked out the door onto my bike.

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I really didn't feel like going to school but I needed some info on the mafias around here. As I drove on my bike down the highway with the wind whipping my face I was content. My hands gripped the handles of my bike as I thought about how I could just swerve infront if that truck and.....die. It would only take on swift movement of my body and my useless existence would end.
Do it.

Do it.

Do it.

The voices wouldn't shut up. "Shut up," I whispered to myself.
"Shut up," I whisper yelled.
Shut up. Shut up. Shut up.
"Uh Teluma you ok?"
I looked to my side and saw ..... Dakota?
"Fuck off."
"Um are you ok? It looked like you were talking to yourself," he said with a hint of worry in his eyes.
"I said, fuck off," I said back not making eye contact.
I heard him mutter something about me being a bitch but at this point all I cared about was trying not to swerve myself in front of a car.

Hello everyone, I'm so sorry for not updating in a long time I just haven't had the time. I don't think I'll finish this book coz I've outgrown my mafia princess phase but I'm thinking of starting a new book. If anyone has any ideas on what I should make it about just say.
Again I am so sorry but for this new book I'll try do at least 3 updates a week.

Thanks you all so much and take care of yourselves in this pandemic.
xxxxxx