Aurora | ✔️

2 || Sugar mommy

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Grocery shopping, something I still love doing.

Every time my mom used to grocery shop, I would always come with. It was literally what I longed for all day. I don't know why I like it that much. Maybe it just puts my mind on other things. My mom told me she loved it as well, especially when we did it together.

I miss it. I miss her.

My dad however, he didn't like it as much. Well, he hated it. He always used to send mom away to do it, not that she complained.

The memories was cut of when I got to the grocery store. As my dad did with my mom, he has sent me out to buy grocery's. But this time, late at night. Now this didn't make it as much fun to shop, as it is in the day time.

He also told me to buy him his liquor again. Somehow he has a "deal" with the man who owns the small store, to let me buy his liquor there.

I'm not 21 yet, I guess that's another thing he hates about me. But it's weird, I mean, I didn't really get to choose when I was going to fly out of mom's vagaga.

I just feel so dirty, buying things that is not legal. Not that I will feel any less dirty when I eventually turn 21, but oh well.

I've picked out all of the groceries my dad told me to get, which is pretty much all just junk food. Not that I complain, who doesn't love pizza and burgers. It just doesn't give you much of an appetite when you eat it literally everyday. But every now and then I sneak in some veggies, and I'm glad he doesn't get mad about that - sometimes.

"That will be 31, 74 dollars, ma'am. Cash or card?"

"Thank you.", I say as I grab the bag from her hand. "Cash please." I hand her the two twenty dollar bills before collecting the change.

"Have a nice day, darling." The nice lady tells me before giving me a kind smile.

"You too!" I say, a little bit to exciting before exiting the store.

I tend to be a little bit to excited when people talk to me nicely, just because I always think they want to be my friends.

One time in 7th grade, there was this girl who was super nice to me and let me borrow her pencil when she saw I didn't have one myself. I thanked her, and started talking with her. Well more like I was talking to her, I don't really think she was that interested in what I was talking about. Because when I was done telling my story about how I got a bunny for Christmas, I turned to look at her and she and her friend were whispering and giggling while looking at me. I thought they liked me to, so I smiled at them and waved. The other girl then got up to me and said, 'Nobody even cares about your stupid bunny, it is probably as fat as you are.' Then the whole class laughed at me, it was so sad. I even thought about never talking to someone again.

I can feel it start to rain, so I quicken my phase while dragging the hood of my hoodie over my head. But now I couldn't even see were I was going so well. And in the next few seconds, I'm hitting a wall and the grocery bag drops to the ground.

"Ow, damn it." I say as I rub my forehead. My head is tilting down to the ground.

Wait. Does walls have feet?

Cause I don't think I learned that in schoo-

"You should really watch where you're fucking going."

Huh, I recognize that voice.

I don't answer him, I just can't seem to figure out where I recognize that voice from. I swear to you it is on the tip of my tongue.