Slow fade

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Presley pov:
I woke up to the sun shining brightly in my eyes. I don't know how I ended up here in front of my house or why I decided to not go in. All I remember was taking three lines of coke and then everything going black.

My head hurt so bad I don't know why because coke didn't give me headaches. I collected myself and checked my pockets to make sure the baggies were still there and luckily they were. I took my key out and unlocked the door. I walked inside of the dingy gross house and tried to head to my bedroom.

My vision was still a little bit blurry. It does this sometimes so I'm not really worried about it.  Before I could make it to my room my dad started opening his loud mouth.

Dad: get me a damn beer you fat piece of shit.

Thing is I'm not even fat. There's never any food in this house and if there is he eats it before I can. I eat when I get a chance but my body is slowly starting to reject food since I hardly ever get any. The alcohol and drugs fill my hunger. I walked towards the kitchen and grabbed him a beer. I placed it in his hand and he turned around to face the tv.

Little interaction is better than a lot. When he talks a lot to me it is never good. He normally just yells in my face, or hits me. I've grown numb to it though. I use to cry about it but I knew it wouldn't change. I would leave but I have no where to go. I've thought about running away but I have hardly any money and if I do I use it to feed my addictions.

I walked into my room and grabbed some clothes and went into the bathroom that connected to my room. When I walked in I slowly took my clothes off and looked at myself in the mirror. My body was so ugly I was to skinny. I needed to eat but I knew if I tried after a few bites I'd be done.

⚠️I turned the shower on and got in. I looked at the razor blade that set on the shelf. It was my only friend. When I was in pain mentally, emotionally, or physically it was the only thing that could make me feel anything besides drugs and alcohol.

I picked it up and examined it in my hand. I placed it on my hip bone and slid it across. I watched as the blood slowly drilled down my thigh. After a few more I felt satisfied with my work and put it back down. I washed my body and my hair. The scolding water felt so good on my skin.

Once I was done I grabbed my towel and dried myself off. I went into my room and grabbed an oversized tshirt and sweatpants. I was exhausted so I laid down in my bed in hopes that I wouldn't wake up.

Toms pov:

When I came home last night everyone was asleep so I quietly walked into my room. When I woke up this morning I was met with my dad knocking on the door.

Dad: how did last night go

Tom: it was fine I kept an eye on her as you asked. She passed out in the bathroom so I drove her home then I came here.

Dad: just make sure she's ok please

Tom: what's so important about her anyway?

Dad: when the time comes I'll tell you but right now I just need you to do as I ask

Tom: whatever do I have to go out tonight?

Dad: no you're good tonight you can do whatever you want

He left my room and I texted georg and Gustav In our group chat. I asked them if they wanted to go to a club tonight. I really wanted to have some fun tonight. After I sent the text I went to the kitchen to grab something to eat.

Bill: morning how was your night

Tom: it was ok I guess do you know why we're having to watch some random girl?

Bill: I'm just as much in the dark as you are but I know that dad has good intentions I think it might have something to do with mom

Tom: yea ok are you going to go to the club with us tonight?

Bill: I wouldn't miss it for the world I feel like we haven't been out in forever

Tom: I know

Bill and I finished our breakfast in total silence.

Presley pov:
Sadly I woke up from my nap. I decided to go out tonight. I really needed a drink I went to my closet to pick out something to wear. I picked a tight black cropped top, a green and black flannel, baggy jeans, and my white shoes. Once satisfied with my outfit I did my hair and makeup.

I did a black smudgy eye look and left the rest of the makeup kind of simple and put my hair half up. It was ok I guess. I just needed to look good enough so I could flirt my way into some free drinks. That's normally how I afforded my drinks anyway and it always has worked.

I made sure to pack my baggies into my pockets and headed out of my room. I saw my dad hadn't moved from the couch. I moved as fast as possible in hopes that he didn't see me.

" where do you think you're going like that? You look like a whore"

I ignored him but that only made him get more mad. He approached me right when I had reached the door knob. He turned me around and slammed me against the door. I felt the knob hit my spine and it hurt so bad.

" you answer me when I speak to you!"

He slapped me against the face hard. Hard enough that I knew he left a mark and it would possibly bruise. I looked up at him with just a blank stare. I had no emotion since I was use to it by now.

" did you not hear what I said?"

He proceeded to kick me in the leg. It hurt so much worse than the slap. He had steel toe shoes on.

" I'm going out for the night I'll be back tomorrow"

He grunted at my response and I turned back to the door. I quickly turned the knob and walked outside. My leg was hurting so bad and now I had a limp. I just need to hurry and get to the bar.