Monday, the fucking beginning of the week. After passing out and throwing up through my nose and mouth all of Saturday, I'm back to the beginning of the week. "4 more days" is all I can repeat to myself . After those 4 days I can have some control over my life. Until then I'm stuck, I'm in routine.
" EDEN GET DOWN HERE,"my dad yells at me, Jason.
"COMING," I say quickly putting everything into my bag . " GIVE ME A SECOND," I say rushing to the mirror to make sure that my outfit was all put together and struggling to put my curly hair up into a bun.
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Once I was done literally having a brothel with my hair I faced my backside to the mirror.
"Damn Eden I'd smash," I say looking at my ass.
" EDEN!"
"Omg, I'M COMING," I say grabbing my backpack and quickly running out my room and down the stairs.
" I'm here I'm here ," I say out of breath to my dad who looks like he's about to explode.
" You're about to be late for school," he says calmly but passive aggressively.
" I know I can get there on time I just need to go right now," I say grabbing the keys and walking to the front door as quick as possible.
" DONT FUCKING LEAVE UNTIL IM DONE TALKING TO YOU!" He says yelling at me, making me stop in my tracks, scared of him doing something else to me. I slowly turn around and make eye contact with him so I'm not seen as disrespectful.
" Yes dad," I say quietly.
" You need to start waking up earlier, and go talk to your counselor about doing more AP classes," he says loudly once again.
" Yes dad."
" Now get of my face before I really beat the shit out of you!"
" Yes sir," I say quickly turning around and opening the front door closing it behind me as quitely as possible so it's not mistaken as me slamming the door. I get to my old run downed car and open the door starting the engine and pulling out the drive way.
As I start driving down the street trying to make it to my first class on time I can't help but to think of my dads actions earlier.
" I fucking hate him ," I say hitting my hand repeatedly on the steering wheel. " I hate him," I say again on the verge of tears when the school comes into view. I slowly pull up into my parking spot and stop the car. I slowly look at myself in the rear view window and take a few deep breathes pushing the tears back.
