LEFT BEHIND | Scarlett Johansson x Daughter.

CHAPTER 15 - WELL WELL WELL.

I know I shouldn't have been listening...buttt I wanted a glass of water and when I heard her crying I couldn't help but sneak behind the wall of the living room and listen. 

IT'S WRONG! I know. 

As soon as I heard Scarlett say she was failing as a mother I didn't know how to feel, I made my way back to my room after that. 

3 weeks ago I would have strongly agreed, but so much has happened in 3 weeks. 

I've gotten back the mom I had been waiting for. The mom I had been waiting to show up every time I called or texted. The mom I had just wanted to be there. 

It's amazing how things can change in 3 weeks. I have gone from hating her to working my way back up and seeing her as my mom. 

She has made mistakes. She knows she made mistakes, but she hasn't made any with me back; excluding the disappearing for 3 days but that's okay. 

I can't even let myself get back to sleep. My head is racing with everything that's happened. How overwhelmed I was with my day, just everything. 

I move to pick up my phone only to realise it's broken. I huff as I throw myself back onto my bed. I look at my clock on my bedside table, time reading 3:23am. 

All I want right now is a cigarette. But mom took them. She also would be really pissed if she saw me smoking again. 

I sit up as though I remember something, I move my eyes to my drawers. 

I know, I know, I have another packet. 

I debate whether it's worth it, whether I'd get caught and if the punishment is even worth the hassle just for a simple cigarette but before I can even convince myself no, I'm already pulling clothes out of my drawer. 

My hands go through every pocket on all my clothes. 

I only come up short.

Until I see a pair of joggers that are Hollys. 

I reach into the pocket and pull out another packet of cigarettes. They're already open. Only holding 2 cigarettes in it.

I cheer quietly in victory. There's no stopping me now.

I have a door at the end of my room, a door leading to the backyard of the house but it's round the side. Mom never gave me the key so I guess that's just another thing to look for. 

I go and look in the obvious places before I realise maybe mom didn't give me the key for a certain reason but that's not gonna stop me from finding it. 

I step back from the door and look around. I tilt my head to the top of the door when I notice a glint come off on something that's sat on top of the door. I try to stretch up and reach but I only fail. 

I pull a chair from the side so I can stand and get what I hope is the key for the door. 

As my hand finds the mystery key, I can't help the massive smirk that is on my face. 

I get off the chair and finally open the door, I make sure I'm quiet so I don't risk waking anyone else. 

I pull my door to a close, but not let it latch shut as I light my cig.

I sigh heavenly as I feel the smoke fill up my lungs, it's an instant release of everything. 

It's better than hurting myself. 

Mom knows I've been hurting myself. 

I take another drag in hopes of my last thought escaping my head. I don't want to think about that right now.