the fuck it list

chapter 9

Ｌｉｌｌｉａｎ Ｇｒｉｆｆｉｎ

"Can you hurry up and stick the needle in me," I told my nurse, my leg nervously bouncing.

"Lilly, you need to relax your arm for it to not hurt." She tries to calm me, her bright aura makes it hard to be mad at her.

"Debra we go through this every month, I hate needles." I sarcastically smile.

She slowly pushed the needle into my arm. I wince at the feeling of the needle impaling my skin.

"For you having needles being injected inside of you your whole life I am surprised you still hate them." Debra comments.

"I wonder why." I roll my eyes. Debra has been my nurse since I was little, she is the only person I like at this hospital, the only person I will ever trust here.

"How's school?" She asks.

"It's school, it makes me want to kill myself." I smile, starting to feel lightheaded.

"Any boys?"

"Ah yes because brown hair is a must in a girl." I roll my eyes.

"Why does it matter at the end of the day its hair to pull on." She shrugs.

"You have children, you can't say that shit," I say in disbelief.

"I'm not wrong."

We sit in silence and more blood is drawn from my body, "dad apparently is going to get remarried."

"Have you met her yet?" Her hesitation is obvious.

"I'm gonna meet her today, this better not turn out like some Cinderella story." We laugh at our own jokes.

Soon 3 vials of my blood are filled. With a band-aid and a snack, I leave the hospital and head home.

I push open the wooden doors and enter the glass castle. It's quiet as usual like nobody lives here, they just exist. I open the refrigerator and grab some cold pasta, I don't bother to heat it up.

After walking around the house a couple of times and watching a few episodes of my show Dad finally returns home.

"Hey dad," I say and go to hug him.

"Ready to meet your soon-to-be stepmom?" He whispers.

A brunette-haired lady walked through the doorway. Big sunglasses and a bold colored lips stick are what stand out the most.

"Lilly this is Grace," she takes off her glasses and I notice how young she looks. "Gracie this is Lillian," her eyes scan my body.

"It's nice to meet you, Grace." I smile, play nice.

She smiles, a fake one, "Can you put my stuff in our room, I want to get to know my soon-to-be stepdaughter even more." My dad obliges and takes her stuff upstairs.

"I know my dad likes them young. I didn't realize fresh out of college was his type." I look her up and down and a short dress 2 sizes too small clings to her body.

"At Least I look better than you." She sneers.

"I don't have the time or energy for this," I wave my hand towards her, "today," I push past her but she starts talking.

"Once your dad and I are officially married I get to make the rules so you better be on my side if you want to keep your trust fund."

I know this bitch did not just threaten me. I take a deep breath in and exhale, "ok," I walk up to my room not giving a shit.

I sit at my desk working through my homework subject by subject. My phone chimes with an alert. I open the email and the words positive are the only thing I see. Fuck.