Volunteering With Him

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Chapter 1.
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I gently place my foot on the ground and took my steps. My high heels swinged in my hands and my feet felt the wrath of the cold tile kitchen floor. The lights were off and I couldn't see anything.

Thump. Thump. Thump.

That's all I hear, the sound resembling the music from the club. Each pound inside my head sends agony running through my skull. My posture was bad and I couldn't walk straight. I hurried across the kitchen tiles floors but before I could reach the staircase, I felt my feet fly out from under me and landed on the cold hard ground. Groaning, I tried to get up but was soon interrupted by the sudden flick of the lights. The house lights blinded me, I squinted as I looked at the two towering figures that were then stood in front of me.

"Shit." I whispered to myself.

"Hailey..." My mother looked at me disappointedly, she pointed towards the wall clock. I looked at my father who was standing next her, his arms were folded and I could see a vain popping out from his forehead.

"I, eh-" I couldn't explain myself this time. I was drunk of my ass.

"It's four in the morning, Hailey! Four!" My mom screamed at me. "What's your excuse this time? Friends left you on the street? There was a emergency? You stayed over at Mikayla's? What are you going to say now?!"

"Shhhh mommy..." I giggled and then smirked towards her as I still laid flat on the ground. "...you don't want to wake up the neighbours now, do you mother?"

My mother huffed in annoyance an lowered her voice. Although, I probably already did wake up the neighbours due to that fall.

and then everything was a mist of confusion, my vision was blurry as I fell into a deep sleep.

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Beep, Beep, Beep

I moaned from the tapping of the sun-light against my face, wondering how long I'd been sleeping. I blinked, shut my eyes, blinked again.

I yawned, managed to fully open my eyes but my brain throbbed at the memories of last night.

Party, music, lights, drinks, and so much more drinks.

The stairs creaked and moaned under my feet as I stomped down the stairs. I walked into the living room only to be greeted by my family. It was not the kind of morning greeting a normal family would give, it's the ugly kind. The kind that would make you re-consider even being part of a family. My older sister Cara sat with my mother who were looking straight at me, eyeing me up and down just like all the other times Cara had came to visit. My dad however, had his eyes glued to his morning newspaper. He never would take his eyes of it.

"Morning Hailey" my dad said plainly, sipping his morning coffee that I could smell from the other side of the room.

"Morning" I mumbled back.

We sat in utter silence, I buried my head on my hands. My head felt heavy, I just wanted to lay it down on a pillow but even that wouldn't have helped.

My mom placed a glass of water in front of me and dropped some pills on the table. I looked up at my mother as she stood and watched me.

"It will get rid of your headache."

"Thanks" I croaked out.

I threw the pills into my mouth and gulped down the water hoping for the pain to ease. Rubbing her eyes,my mother sighed and took a seat near me.

"Look Hailey, we need to address last nights issue, and all the ones before that." My mother stated.

And here came the confronting. I swear this happens like every fucking morning.

"What issue? There's no issue..." I said trying to avoid the subject as much as possible. I grab a green apple from the middle of the table and bit into it, the taste was bitter sweet. I hated this. I absolutely despise confrontations, I've always found it easier to walk away from a conversation than to stay stuck in it.

"Please, there's always an issue with you" Cara mumbled under her breath.

"You know what issue I'm talking about!" My mother spat out, obviously annoyed. "The drinking, the partying, the late night walk in's, this is going to stop now..."

I was fine with my mothers rants, I just hated it when she pulled out the 'sister card'. Cara Anderson, high school grad and Valedictorian, first born and had scored an early scholarship to college. Cara this, Cara that, I'd never stopped and it never will.

"...Why can't you be like your older sister?"

And that's when my blood started boiling.

"She's successful, she's smart and concentrated on her life."

"Maybe I don't want to end up like 'Little Miss Fucking Perfect'!" I shouted at the top of my lungs.

"Hailey, language!" My dad said in a low voice, finally tearing his eyes away from his newspaper.

"Oh, like you care dad. Everyday it's either Mom focusing on Cara or you focusing on work, friends or your damn newspaper!"

I swung my school bag across my shoulder and stormed out the house.

And this would be described as a regular day.

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