Chapter 5

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Chapter 5.

"Ok get your ass out of bed Sofia!" Brad's irritated voice was accompanied with the duvet being thrown off me and thrusting me into the frigid cold air.  

"Piss off asshole!" I threw myself off the bed and stomped into the bathroom slamming the door behind me.  

"Don't take it out on me!" I heard Brad mumble which angered my further as I flushed the toilet and washed my hands before brushing my teeth. "This isn't you Sofia, you don't get upset! Don't let him get to you! Or at least don't let him see that he's getting to you." I heard him sigh just outside the door.  

"I don't plan on." I opened the door.  

"That's my Sofia! Now go wash that dirty hair of yours and get ready for college!" He laughed before walking to my front room. I shut the door again and climbed into the shower after stripping off obviously. I wouldn't let Ryan see that he's getting to me, no matter how much he was.

"Good morning Sofia, I have a message for you!" Mr Frank seemed cheery this morning and I noticed I was the first one in for once. 

"Yeah?" I walked over to his desk. 

"Mr Edge isn't able to do any more after school sessions." Mr Frank told me as though it wasn't a big deal but it hit me like a ton of bricks. That was it. He was too ashamed to even teach me anymore!  

"Oh. I'm going to go to the little girls room." I quickly span around and ran out the room. Once safely inside a cubicle I broke down into tears. He was getting to me! Why was I crying? I like him. He kissed me and I felt something. Now he wants nothing more to do with me. My upset quickly turned to anger and I kicked the door.

Fully composed I walked back into class and sat down acting as if nothing had happened when in fact I'd managed to break the cubicle door in anger. I focused completely on my work and blocked everything else from my mind.

I slammed my door behind me then pulled the chain across. I rushed my why into the kitchen and went to the cupboard which held me escape. I pulled down the glass bottle with the see through liquid which would make me forget. I screwed the cap off and downed the vodka in large gulps. It burned at my throat almost unpleasantly but I continued. The stupid idiot couldn't even face me. I pulled the bottle away from my mouth, just over a half of it gone. I walked slowly into the living room to the window. It spanned from the floor to the ceiling and was an entire wall. Daddy had paid the block of apartments a lot of money so I could have this, so I could enjoy the view from the top without going onto the roof which was dangerous, I used to do a lot of that. I caught sight of my reflection in the window, my makeup had run terribly, there were streams of black down my face as a result of my crying all the way home. I sat on the fluffy rug I had placed in front of it. With my back again the wall I looked our over the town. Boring town, not much happens. It was beyond the town that always catches my eyes. The lake district. A large pool of blue in the middle of green grass then further on forestry. The lake is always peaceful. There's always birds flying around. Of course the birds were merely specks of black from my distance but still it was beautiful. I put the glass bottle to my lips again and chugged down the burning liquor once again. I watched the specks of black fly around in the orange sunset, rushing all busy with intentions. I looked down in the town at the people doing the same. One woman hurrying with shopping bags weighing her down. A man smoking a cigarette as he limped down the street before entering a bar. A little girl running to keep up with and older girl who was storming ahead. Everybody busy. The vodka stopped flowing now all gone, but it had done the job my head already lighter. I shut my eyes and rested my forehead against the cool glass. Ryan is a prat. My eyes flew open at the thought of Ryan, why had I let him back into my thoughts?! I scrambled up and stumbled my way into the kitchen once more, searching for more alcohol.

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