ʟᴏᴠᴇ ᴛʀɪᴀɴɢʟᴇ

ᴘᴀʀᴛ 𝟷

Tw/ mention of drugs/ alcohol.

"No! I told you once already, I left I don't want to get calls about her. I do not want these rumours to move over to this department! They head that I was married to her my ass will be out!" He yelled from the bottom of the stairs.

I lay my body gently against the wall. Hiding myself. Meet my dad, now you may be wondering who he's talking about. The fact I moved 4,125 miles here. Well, my mother. She just left us. Just like that. Always was like that. My fathers a detective, everyday we would dread to hear a new call from the police warning us of what my mother was doing in the streets of Brighton(uk). He lost his job because of her. She lost us, forever.

Is it shocking my father doesn't want the rumours to follow? Of course not. But only if things worked out like that. Let me tell you, we never get free. We're trapped by our secrets and the secret I failed to keep from everyone we're my drugs. Party life. My father even found out.

I rolled my eyes and pulled myself to my feet while grabbing hold of the leather jacket that was one laying on the floor lifeless. I felt trapped in this house, my skin, this city. I heard his tongue click. I stopped in my tracks and let out a long sigh before turning my body round by my heels to face my father who was now stood before me with his arms crossed.

"And where do you think your going?" He asked looking my body up and down.
"Out." I replied with confidence.
"On a school night? Dressed like that!" He snapped taking in my outfit followed by an ashamed tut.
At that point he wasn't too happy.

I look down slowly, my eyes trail down my slim body. I had black tight leather short shorts on with fishnet tights that barley covered my freshly shaved, skinny legs. I also had a light blue crop top on that was just about long enough to cover my nipples. My lips parted slightly as I raised one of my hands slowly revealing my small pale hands which had silver rings wrapped round the bottom of my fingers making them look rather attractive. The other hand stayed down by my side grasping onto my leather jacket more and more. I shifted my body slightly, the quiet sound of my vans rubbing against the solid floor made me flinch slightly. The fact is my dad would've let me out like this before but now all he thinks I do is party. Which is true but that's how I cope.

"Why not?" I asked with a snarky tone as my eyes trailed back up to the man that tensed up at the sight of my eyes glowing of confidence.

"And what about that promise you made right before we moved here" He explained taking a few steps closer causing my body to jolt back slightly.

I threw my head back with a groan. That damn promise. The promise where I can get sober, clean. Get my life "back together".

"I can't keep letting you.." He went on but I cut him off grabbing hold of my keys that was sat on the desk in the hallway with my spare hand. My body brushed against his as I slid past him to walk down the stairs.

"I can't keep waiting for you at night like I used to!" I called out before exiting the house with a slam of the door making my arm tense up for a second.

You may say I'm being a brat, disrespectful but it's a new city. Whom will I meet tonight? I cant sit back but he can sit back in his egotistical so delusional mind. Don't take this personal, it's time to move on. If he thinks he can stop me with some petty, childish promise I made he can think again. We have a whole city to explore.

I carried myself to my car that sat in the driveway looking sexy as always. My body almost melts at the site of it. That's the plus side of being rich, you get nice cars and gosh I sure do have a stunning one. I climbed into the drivers side letting my hands tense up around the wheel. The rumbling sound of it starting almost turns me on every time. I soon skid away from the house waisting no time.
Let's do this.

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Rah, part 1 done😋 hope you enjoyed
Part 2 coming either tonight or tomorrow.
There will be a lot of drug and alcohol mentioning in this book so if that's not your thing then pls I advise you to not read on.