avery → h.s

part twenty five

Clara's POV

Hearing my parents' fight is like music to my ear. They tend to start arguing over the most tiniest thing and ended up shouting incoherent words, even they often let out heavy swearing words. They perfectly know their only child is listening. But they do it anyway.

To them, I'm just a daughter who needs to be feed, give shelters, and provide some money. They didn't bother to show me a little bit of affection, hell, I almost think that they are unintrested at all when they talks to me.

All this time, all they ever said to me were the things like 'good morning' and 'good night' and they said it in monotone voice, as if I'm just another business partner. Whenever we do eat together, they keep sending glare at each other and never have a decent conversation. The only sound in the room is our utensils clanking with the plate.

That's why I prefer this big house to be called Hell.

And yes, it's worse than the school. In here, I would have sleep peacefully until I wake up in the middle of the night by hearing shouts from my parent's room. It didn't just bother me, but Nate also bothered with them too.

When he first landed here from Australia, he went straight to this house. Luckily they let him stay here, considering his dad is my mom's brother. Having Nate in this house makes me feel I'm not alone. We often kill our times by playing his game console and turned up the volume so we couldn't hear my parents.

I've been avoiding myself with everyone, even I don't want to talk to Nate. The exams coming up but I couldn't care less. All I've been doing in my room was drinking alcohol, throwing things, and drink again.

I take a sip from my double-shot tequila and squint my eyes when the familiar sensation wash through my body. This way, I would forget about the world.

About everything.

It's almost midnight and it's very cold outside due to the winter season. I'm still sitting on my king-sized bed with a drink in my hand. I have trouble sleepings since I locked myself in my room. And I need a friend. A friend that would take off my mind, to stop thinking about him.

Stupid boys and their shenanigans.

I get up from my bed and grab a bottle of tequila and start drinking it without any attempt to put it in glass as I walk to my dresser. I slip into a very short shorts and white crop top that reveal my stomach. I cringed as I remember it's winter. I'm going to be frost to death if I wear this outfit. Instead of changing, I wear a full leather brown coat and walk to the door.

My feet stopped abruptly when I saw my book laying on the carpeted floor. It's not just any book, it holds my deepest secret no one knows about. Well anyone, except Nate. He's the only one who knows about this secret I've been keeping since I entered high school.

A secret that I hide from my best friend, Avery.

My mind begin to wander off to my first day at high school that I perfectly remember every events occured in that day.

How could I forget?

I shake my head, wiping every thoughts going in my brain. I really need to gets laid out. After grabbing another bottle of tequila, I close the door on my bedroom and tiptoeing through the dark halls in my house. My room is on the second floor, which means I have to climbed down the stairs.

It's actually easy to sneak out in my house, but I doubt I could walk silently in this state. I'm drunk as a skunk at this moment. Hell, I even have tequila in my hand.

Two more stairs and you're safe.

I put down my left foot as I hold on the railing slowly. The first floor is dark as the second one, I could feel silence consuming the cold night. Until I hear a faint scream from the guest room.