The Alpha's Weakness

Chapter 4

"Lizzie? Sweetie, it's time to wake up."

God I hate mornings... what-

I open my eyes and look down at my hands pushing down into a soft white surface.

When the fuck did I get into bed? I don't remember waking up and moving overnight..
This is weird.. Maybe I'm just not awake yet. Where's my coke?

I scoot off my bed and walk over to my backpack, digging through the little rip on the side until I feel my little plastic bag of happiness. Opening it up and using the fake ID from one of my other pockets, I line up the coke in a neat little line, take a deep breath out, plug my right nostril, and inhale hard through my left. Inhaling all the white dust in my little line.

Closing my eyes, I raise my head and smile. This is what life is made of. Happy little lines.

"Lizzie? Are you awake in there?" I hear through the door.

I quickly open my eyes, hide my cocaine back into the rip of my bag and knock twice on the door so they know I'm awake and don't come barging in. Frank always woke me up by barging in and slapping me. I do not want to deal with that this morning.

"Okay. Good. Thank you!" I hear Lana yell back through the door.

I sigh in relief and walk back over to my backpack. This time digging for some clothes to wear to this new school Miranda enrolled me in. I pluck out a pair of old, worn out skinny jeans, panties, a bra, and a black hoodie with a faded snowmobile on the front. It'll have to do.
Grabbing it all, I walk out of the room and down the hall to the bathroom. Closing the door I notice this bathroom has a lock on it. Thank the fucking lord or whatever crazy god is watching through the clouds. I haven't had a shower alone in years!

Grabbing the only shampoo, conditioner, and body wash I can find, I take a quick shower. Purposely ignoring the mirror, I brush my hair and teeth. No one needs to see what I look like. I know it's not great. Frank told me that everyday. "Just bones and fuck holes" is what he would call me. I shiver, remembering the quickies he would have with me each morning I showered. Gross.

Finishing in the bathroom, I empty my backpack of all my remaining possessions so I can use it at school. I keep my blunts and coke baggie in the bag in case I need them. You never know when an extra little hit is necessary.

Walking down the stairs I see Lana holding a coffee cup and juggling keys in her hand.

"Oh hey Liz, sorry for the late wake up call. Brandon was running late to work and I always oversleep. Do you want a ride to school? It's not too far but I don't want to make you walk in this heat."

This heat? Lady it's like 60 degrees and I'm in a sweatshirt to hide all my bruises and hopefully not freeze to death in the AC. I think I'll be fine. But whatever crazy lady.

I nod, keeping my head down.

"Okay! Let's go!" Lana smiles back at me nervously.

Lana leads me out to a white sedan much nicer than Miranda's. And she drives me the 3 blocks to Oconomowoc high. Damn that school is small.

"Have a good day! Make some friends! I'll be here to pick you up when school let's out. Unless you don't want me to.. its up to you." Lana begins to ramble as she pulls up to the front doors. I just shrug my shoulders and stare out the window.

"Well I'll come here just in case and if you want to walk you can just let me know then. It's really no biggie Lizzie. Whatever makes you more comfortable." Lana replies.

I nod, opening the door and getting out of the car. I start to feel light-headed and euphoric. Oh good, my high is starting to kick in. Perfect timing.

I make it up the steps to the school and enter the school but my head is already floating away into the clouds. The white dusty clouds that formed from my nose and carry me away to blissful ignorance.

..

"Is this your ride?" Some random girl says standing next to me.

Jesus how much crack did I snort? Who is this chick? Is school over already? Damn.

I nod as I see Lana's car pull up. Feeling suddenly too sober for this girls energy.

"Hi Mrs. Hinz! I'm Emma Harland. I'm sure you know who my parents are considering they are- neighbors." Emma says starting off confident and then getting more nervous towards the end. This chick is just straight up fucking weird.

"Of course! Hi Emma." Lana replies with the biggest shit-eating grin on her face like it's an honor to be known by this wackjob.

"I was talking to Liz here and was wondering if yall wanted to join my family for dinner tonight?"

The fuck. When were we talking? Jesus Carlos must've really stepped up on the cocaine game with this batch because I aint got nothing.

"Yes! Oh my goodness yes of course! It would be our pleasure!"

Why is Lana screaming this? Is Emma like some big shot celebrity? What the fuck is happening right now? I need some weed just to make this shit make sense..

"Okay! Perfect! I'll have my dad send a car over to pick you guys up.. see you then Lizzie!" Emma smiles and walks away to some fancy car I can't even begin to know the name of.

I stand there shocked for a couple seconds trying to piece together what just happened but Lana clears her throat causing me to flinch and hurriedly jump into her car.

Lana looks over at me concerned but thank god she doesn't say anything. I mean at least she didn't hit me for flinching. That's a new one.

Lana drives us home with the biggest smile on her face not bothering to make conversation. Not like it matters much considering I'm mute.

The minute we pull in the driveway, I speed out of the car and into the room. I rip through my bag and pull out another blunt, lighting it near the window in my-the- room.

Inhale. Swallow the smoke. Exhale.

I can physically feel myself calming the demons in my head down. Floating down the earth rather than falling.

Inhale. Swallow the smoke. Exhale. Repeat.

Once my blunt is gone and my new, calmer, high is settling into place, I hear voices downstairs. I'm immediately back on flight or fight. What if it's Frank back to get me? What if Miranda is coming to move me back?

There's a soft knock on my door, "Hey Lizzie, are you almost ready? The Harland's car just pulled in."

Oh. Okay. Calm down Liz. You're fine. It's just the damn rich people dinner. What kind of people have their own private cars to send around? Who is that crazy Emma chick related to? Because damn maybe I shoulda been getting raped by her daddy's dick instead. I could've make Frank more money that way. Maybe then he wouldn't have been so mean.

I reach up a shakey hand and knock twice back on the door.

"Okay. We'll be downstairs waiting." Lana says and walks away.

Just one more LITTLE line of coke. Don't need to be spacey this whole day away. At least not yet. Hopefully if I behave good at this dinner, they won't whip me too bad. There's always that chance that they'll realize how fucked up and worthless I am and they will call Frank to get me off their hands. I have to be good so they don't call Frank.

Deep exhale. Sharp inhale. Feel the powder creep into the ridges of your brain. Bliss.

Off to rich people dinner we go, I guess.