so•ber
/ ˈsōbər /
Not affected by alcohol; not drunk.
Everyone talks about the common effects of drugs and alcohol. The difference from being sober, drunk, or high. Sure, it's hard to stop drinking. Sure, it's hard to quit smoking. It's hard to g...
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"I wanna be high all the time. Would you come with me? Used to stick together. You're my best friend, I'll love you forever." - The Neighbourhood ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
This was the third knock. The third time someone has knocked on my damn door in the last ten seconds. I didn't know who it was but all I knew was that when I opened that damn door, I was killing whoever was on the other side. It was 4:00 am and I have things to do tomorrow with people I don't want to see. So please, allow me to at least get some sleep.
Again. They knocked again.
"Oh my fucking god, chill out. I'll be there in a second!" I shouted as I was pulling a sweatshirt over my head.
I stormed towards the door and opened it harshly, glaring at the woman on the other side. She hated the look of hatred before handing me a paper.
"Miss Hale, we have been generous for three days now. You need to start paying daily." She explained.
"I know, I just got a job and you don't understand how difficult it is to maintain a balance right now." I said.
"You're under the age limit without any parental consent. You shouldn't even be allowed to stay here yet we are doing you a favor. It's time you start paying." She said, narrowing her eyes.
I inhaled a deep breath, preparing to go on a tangent about why this was ridiculous until I realized I didn't have an argument. She was right. I sighed, dropping my head. When I looked back up, I nodded, "I'll get it in."
"Thank you." She grumbled, leaving my doorway. I shut the door and immediately started stomping my feet like a child and tried not screaming. I wasn't lying when I said I have a job, but I'm also not the ideal employee.
Luckily, the pack had been trying to figure things out so they haven't necessarily needed me. Which is fine. It gives me time to try and get the money needed to pay for a sucky ass motel. It has all I need. A bed, toilet and a shower. They gave me a discount too. It's only $56 a night, when it's normally around $80. I'm four days behind. $224 behind.
I've only been here for four days.
I fell face first onto my bed and then groaned when I realized this bed is way too hard to be falling against. I closed my eyes, planning on just falling asleep until my phone started buzzing on the floor beside the bed. I sank off of the bed until I was sitting on the floor and brought my phone to my ear. I hummed, telling him to start speaking.
"Me and Lydia are going to the station. I think we have figured it out. You down?" Stiles talked quickly and if I could strangle him through the phone I would. But that's physically impossible.
"Why in the world are you calling me at 4:00 am to tell me this. You couldn't have waited until at least 7:00?" I groaned.
"Holland, it's 8:00 am?" He spoke slowly as if he was checking the time to make sure he didn't have it wrong. My eyes widened as I pulled my phone away from my ear to see my phone's time read 8:07.
