Fuck. Just fuck. Wolf wasn't supposed to see me. Not now, not ever again. A few more tears rolled down my cheek. I stood up, put on my fake face, and walked home.
As I walked home, I tried to calm down a little. but all I could think about was Wolf. But it wasn't an angry thought...More of an...I don't know, shocked thought. I sighed as I walked into my street. In other words, the dirtiest street in Louisiana. By that I mean, dirty as in a lot of drugs and alcohol and such.
I opened the door. I immediately bent down when a beer bottle whizzed towards my head. "Hello too, Dad." I said annoyed in disbelief. he sat on the old broken sofa. his beard was not shaved and he was very clearly drunk. his voice was low and it was unclear what he was saying. Still, I knew what he ment.
"Where have ya been?"
"The beach."
"Ta." He said, with a serious tone as he looked at me like I was lying.
"What?"
"Don't fucking lie to me."
I shook my head in disbelief. does he really mean this? I don't answer him, in order for him to continue.
"Tallulah."
"I ain't telling no lie!"
He stood up. shaky. I flinched a little when he came really close. I smelled the alcohol in his breath. He hit me on the cheek. hard. I bit my lower lip.
"Don't you dare lie to me again." He mumbled.
I ran upstairs, locked myself in my bedroom where i let myself fall against the wall. I buried my face in my arms. But I didn't cry. I'm wasn't weak. Instead, I grabbed my lighter and burnt a little bit of my wrist's skin.
No one will ever feel the pain I feel inside. and nobody will ever find out...
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Imperfect perfections
Short Storyshe looked at me. Not even a little bit afraid. "I draw too." My eyes widened. she showed me her drawings.~ Wolf and Tallulah both have their own stories. they both aren't perfect...but still everyone thinks so.~ Wolf: Messy blond hair, tanned skin...
