"What? Xavier can't handle the fact of how De-"
Xavier cut me off by choking me and backing me into the wall. My heart was beating out my chest, and so was something else. His eyes darted from my lips to my eyes. His eyes were on full display. His e...
A place where everything is perfect, even if it's imagined.
I heard about the fight between Khalil and Devin but I have other things to worry about. I would've called him but he has things to deal with in his own home. I went to my second to last check up at the clinic by myself and they told me that they wished me the best as a new mother. I drove myself home and walked up the steps and was immediately greeted by the loud smell of pot coming from the living room.
I placed my keys on a nearby stand and walked past the room where the loud smell was coming from. I seen my "mother," if that's what you'l call her, was getting high outta her mind with her no good deadbeat boyfriend. I rolled my eyes and continued on down the hall and headed towards my room.
If you're wondering, yes my father is in my life. Where is he? Upstairs; snorting his life away. I decided to not go up there and bother him during his "happy time." I closed the door to my room and hung up my bag on the little hooks on the back of my door. My room consisted of a pink canopy bed that I have had since I was a little girl, a desk for my work and a little mirror.
It wasn't much but it still was my little oasis. My walls are this soft blush pink, I love pink.
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I looked up at my ceiling and there are these little decorative stars that glow in the dark. I sighed and grabbed my papers out of my bag and placed them on my desktop. I went and sat back on my bed and stared at my ceiling until I felt my eyes start to well up. Why didn't my life work out like theirs?
I sat and cried for a couple of minutes and then I heard them screaming and fighting. I put headphones over my baby bump and placed my airpods in my ears. I drug myself back into the kitchen in search of something to drink. Something twinkled off in the distance as I closed the refrigerator door. I proceeded towards the object that was shimmering off in the distance. I place my hand on what the twinkling item was. I had a closer look and the sparkling item was a bottle of Ciroc Honey Dew Vodka. I took the bottle back to my room and closed my door.
I took an airpod out to see if they were still shouting. The shouting had stopped along with the screaming. I placed my airpods back in my case and kept the headphones on my baby bump. I opened the bottle and started drinking and laid my head upwards towards the ceiling.
I stared and stared until my eyes were just consumed with tears.
I drank and I drank until I felt better. By the time I did feel better I was left with only a margin of alcohol left. I gulped down the last of that and decided that it was time to take a shower.
I staggered to my feet, the room was spinning and was hazy. I walked with a small struggle. I had made it to the bathroom and grabbed my essentials from under the sink.
I turned the shower dial and started hearing a loud bang coming from outside the door. I looked down and seen the doorknob turn trying to get inside. I ignored it and got inside the shower and watched the water wash over my body.
