Adoration| colby brock

chapter 7 🤍

a/n this chapter will be about how anna started using. be safe ❤️

it's 1 in the morning and they're still shouting. my mom caught dad with another woman again.

while listening to what they're saying and what i hear next shocks me, a thump and my mothers cry's. i want to go out there and help her. why can't he just be a good person? it really isn't that difficult.

i wake up the next morning my eyes puffy from crying the night before. i have to get ready to go to school, i get dressed and go out to the kitchen for breakfast.

we sat in silence, of course she knew i heard what happened last night but she didn't want to talk to me about it.

i get into the car and my mom drives me to school as we get up to the building she puts her head down so people don't see the bruises on her face.

the school day goes on, per usual no body speaks to me. we were in biology talking about how to become a doctor and this girl made a comment about my me and my dad

"Anna would be a good doctor she has lots of training saving people from overdosing cause her dad" she gave me a sly look and everyone began whispering and staring at me. the teacher wasn't in the room so only students had heard what she said

what the actual fuck.

of course everyone had an idea about my dad and his habits, but no one had ever said it to my face before. i put my things in my bag and left. i don't care if i get caught ditching school. i run home with tears streaming down my face.

as i reach my house i slow down, i make my way up to the door noticing my mums car missing from the driveway. i get in the door and see my dad passed out of the couch, typical.

i get into the shower and wash my hair. i put my black hair into braids and put on an oversized red hoodie and white sweatpants. i get into the kitchen, my dad is still asleep. next to him is a bottle of pills and a baggy with white dust. of course he's "experimenting" again.

why does he love it so much?, what could it make you feel that your wife and kids can't? i was always curious about what it felt like to be high on drugs. i stare at my dad in silence debating what i should do.

i quickly take the baggy and run to my room, should i? i want to know why my dad is so addicted to this stuff, and why he let it ruin our family.

i pour out the contents of the bag onto my desk and sort it into two lines and there's still plenty left so he won't notice. i lean down and block one nostril sniffing it up the other. am i doing it right?

i bang my hand down on my table, the burning in my nose feels like i just got stabbed with 100 knives, it passes. and now i wait for it to kick in.