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My head throbs as I lay on my pillow, tossing and turning trying to drown out the noise coming from downstairs. My dad was having another 'get together'. He just wanted a reason to get drunk and high.
And of course, my mom was nowhere to be found, probably on some guy's private island getting drunk.
She leaves but always came back. She acts like she didn't leave me and would be the best mom anyone could ask for. But at this point I don't even care, I don't care what either of them do anymore.
But right now I need my dad to be quiet. my chem final was in the morning and if I don't sleep I don't pass or function.
As another laughter roars through the house I push myself up and stumble out of my room. As I'm walking down the stairs I stop and realize I don't wanna embarrass myself in front of my dad's friends, in my pajamas, which are a tank top and old shorts from middle school that don't fit me the same anymore.
The smell of cigarettes and weed lingers in the air, I hate the smell but it only lasts the night, by the time I leave for school my home smells like cinnamon again.
I took a deep breath and decided to get a snack. In the kitchen, I open the Oreo packet and begin eating. Oreos always have been and always will be my comfort food, they will always make me feel better.
"Hey kiddo," my dad says walking into the kitchen, his eyes are small and I can already tell he took something.
As much as I hate what my dad does he's the best, he loves me and takes care of me, and he never hurt me. He works hard to give me anything I want and need, so I just try to ignore his bad habits.
"Hi," I yawn.
"Are we loud honey?" I nod.
"Quite down my kid needs to sleep" he yells into the living room. My cheeks burn when I hear a few people laugh.
My dad smiles at me as he grabs more beer, I know he doesn't always try to embarrass me, he just wants me to be happy, even if he does embarrass me a lot.
"Mase come help me" I roll my eyes at the stupid name. I don't hate a lot of things but Mason is one of them. He's rude mean judgmental, arrogant, and snaps at me. He's known me my whole life, and in the last six years has not said a single nice thing to me, being a complete asshole, my dad thinks it's funny how we 'bicker' but he hates me and I hate him.
I ignore him as he walks into the kitchen and continue to munch on my cookies. I can feel him looking at me, and when I look up he's glaring at me.
I roll my eyes at him, his eyes narrowed further. his lips curl as he looks at my body. I try not to squirm as his eyes linger on my chest, looking at my slightly see-through top.
I go to grab another cookie but it is empty, "are there any more oreos?" I pout.
My dad shakes his head as he drinks a beer, "No I'll pick up some more after work tomorrow"
"We have that dinner tomorrow," Mason says. I hate the way his voice makes me feel like there's a vibration inside me.
"Oh that's right" he scratches his beard, "do you wanna come Stella? I don't want you to be home alone so late"
I smirk as Mason gets irritated, "Yeah that sounds like fun"
"Great, I'll pick you up after work"
I nod and throw the cookies away. I say good night and turned to go back upstairs, I can feel masons glare at me. I smirk as I lay back in bed, getting under his skin feels so good.
I'm able to drift off after a while despite the loud noises and laughing coming from downstairs.
