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Chapter 23

<>here's a picture of how I imagined sophia (real name:Madison lintz)<>

-SOPHIA'S POV-
-1 day earlier-

I woke up sore,tired,wet and confused.I was on the wet grass so I stood up slowly and looked around to see where I was.As I regained my balance on my bare feet, a rush of pain went straight to my head and stomach.I also looked over to see my shirt laying in the grass a few feet away from where I stood.how did that get there? I quickly scooped it up and pulled it over my bare stomach and cold body.

"Ahhh" I groaned as I felt my forehead with my palm.It was so hot it practically burned my skin.My head was throbbing and I felt as though I could throw up at any second.I held my stomach and crouched over in pain.

I looked around the grass covered lawn that I was standing on till I saw a familiar face.

His lifeless body was lying on the dew covered grass like mine just was moments ago.

I slowly waddled over to him and my feet began to ache in pain along with the rest of my body.

"Scott." I groaned and kicked him in the back.

"What?" He whined.He kept his eyes closed shut as he sat up and rubbed his hair back into place.his messy hair practically covering his eyes and blinding him,he finally opened them and looked up at me.

"Oh, hi soph" he murmured and gave me a weak smile.

"Good morning." I sarcastically said back.

"Get off the wet grass before the owners of the house kick us off." I said pointing to the house behind us.i have no idea who's lawn we were on of how we got here but I was too hungover to think.my brain and my head were both hurting.

Scott grabbed my hand and I helped him off the ground.

"Wait." He said looking around at the ground.

He ended up finding a half drunken bottle of alcohol a few feet away from where he was lying.

As he picked it up from the ground I realized there were a ton of other bottles scattered around the ground.

"There's still a ton left!" Scott slurred as he began gulping down the drink.He was obviously still drunk from the night before but I was too.

"Give me some of that." I yelled to him.

He threw the bottle to me and I caught it easily.Once it was in my grasp I began chugging it until I began to feel dizzy again.

"Don't you think we're drunk enough." Scott said as he walked over to me.he was barely able to walk straight but he reached me without falling over so that was good.

"I'll be fine...I don't want to be sober enough to feel anything once I get home." I explained sipping the last bit of the bottle.

"Oh okay" he replied.he and I both knew why I said that.

"We better get going then" I said walking over to him and wrapping my arm around his shoulder.he wrapped his arm around my waist and we used each other as supporters to walk.then we began walking down the empty street together in search of our house.

Scott's my best and only friend I have at this point.He's the person I go to when my dads being a jerk and when I need time out of the house.sure he's a little older and sure he drinks but honestly I didn't care.He got me into drinking a few weeks ago but he isn't using me when I'm drunk or anything. We've never even kissed before and I don't know if he likes me in that way, we both honestly just needed a friend.

"So what do you think your dads going to say this time." Scott laughed then groaned as I could tell his hangover was finally getting to him.

"I don't know." I laughed "Probably the same thing he always does." I added.

This is, at least,the 7th time we've done this and my dad does basically the same thing every time I come home.Thats why I want to be as numb as possible for this.

"Do you want to meet up later?" He asked.At that moment I realized we were in front of my house and I should probably go inside.

"Sure I'll come by whenever." I answered before hugging him.

"Bye!" we both said in unison before we walked in opposite directions and I made my way towards the hell hole I called home.

I walked up the hard, rock stairs and opened the creaky front door.I hate this house so much it hurts.

I tried sneakily walking up the stairs to my room so my dad wouldn't notice but it obviously did not work.

"Sophia come here now!" I heard his deep voice yell.

I reluctantly followed his voice till I saw him in an empty room.

"Care to explain where you've been all night?" My dad began yelling.

"I was just out." I told him

"Don't you lie to me! I know you've been out with that guy!" He said grabbing the rim of his pants and beginning to undo his belt.

"Dad! it's no big deal and I'm not going to stop seeing him." I slurred my words as they fell out of my mouth.

Suddenly I felt a sharp but painful slap hit my leg.

"You need to listen to me young lady!" He yelled as he slapped at my leg again.

If I wasn't as drunk right now I would probably be in a lot more pain right now then I was actually feeling.sure,it hurt.but not as much as it should.

"I'm not a young lady! Stop calling me that!" I yelled as I yanked the belt away from him
And threw it behind me.

His eyes filled with fire and he raised his arm high before slapping me hard across the cheek.I felt blood rush to it and it heated up quickly as my body weakly fell the the ground.

"You are not as much as an adult as you think you are!do you understand me?" He yelled and pointed his dirty finger at me.

I decided to stay quiet and let the tears fall.

He then grabbed me by my arm and tightly squeezed it before yanking it in the direction of the stairs.

"Get your ass upstairs and change! I need you to do some thing for me." He yelled

Not this again...

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