¶𝗥𝗼𝗰𝗸 𝗕𝗼𝘁𝘁𝗼𝗺 [H.S]

3.10

unedited

𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎

Riding with my drug dealer and my Father to my brother's funeral in a Maybach wasn't something I expected. However, it wasn't that hard to believe either.

I sat in the corner with my elbow propped up against the window as I looked out the window. Beside me was Harry, who seemed to enjoy this ride more than me. His leg was folded over his other one while his hands were rested over the backrests. Opposite us, sat my father, sipping on his Whiskey as he went through his emails on an iPad.

"Would you like some?" My father's voice took me out of my thoughts.

I stopped tapping my foot and turned to look at the two men with a frown. The only thing I wanted was to reach the Church without unnecessary chitchat. However, my father seemed fond of talking to Harry. Too fond.

"Yes, sir," Harry answered with a wide grin.

I only furrowed my brows harder before I secretly hit him in the thigh. He turned to look at me with confusion displayed in his face. I quickly looked over at my father, who was too focused on pouring whiskey into another glass, before I leaned toward Harry.

"It's a trick question. You're supposed to make a good impression," I whispered to him.

"Do you still believe I'm capable of good impressions? Do I have to list you my record?" he leaned over with a smirk.

I parted my lips, trying to come up with something that would make him behave, but I couldn't. Huffing, I pressed my lips into a line and turned my attention back to the view outside my window.

My nerves were eating me alive. I was going to see my brother for the first time after he... after he laid his hands on me. And he was dead. So I wasn't sure how we were supposed to talk about what happened. And I didn't really want to blame a deceased loved one when the ceremony was all about forgiving him.

I needed a dose. And I needed it so fucking badly.

I snorted some in my bathroom to pull myself together but I was feeling it wear off and I wasn't sure how long I could go without another dose. Normally, I wouldn't have cared, but right now there were too many things on my mind, and I needed it. I couldn't cope with them on my own.

"Melanie, did you have breakfast?" my father's question took me out of my quotes.

I looked at him baffled. Did my stomach make a noise? Or did Amanda tell him I started to skip meals again? I wasn't doing it on purpose, I just didn't have an appetite. Though, he wouldn't have understood me either way.

"Yes," I answered shortly, forcing a smile.

He hummed, looking up and down at my appearance. "Your cheeks look hollow and you're white as a ghost, make sure to reapply your makeup when we reach the venue, understood?" he demanded, making my stomach tense.