Remember

happy new year!

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ALLIE MOORE

abusive.

Damn fucking straight he was was 'abusive.'

Thomas Goldwell physically and emotionally abused his children, and his wife. But Lisa never went into much detailed to me about that.

She came to me crying about all the bad things her father did. She was a mess, I could barely make out the words as they came out with sobs.

It all started the day after new years.

I was having a party at mine as my parents were out of town, obviously Ronnie helped set it up as I'm not much of a party goer.

Lisa arrived to the party, a bit later than everyone else, at around 10:30pm. When she came, she was wearing this black, strapless, dress with silver sparkles around the top, that was scandalously short, and I remember thinking;

How did she get out of the house looking like that?
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"oh my god! I was so worried when you weren't responding to my texts!" I dropped my beer on a random table and speed walked to her.

"yeah uhm- sorry." She mumbled, "dad, he uhm-" she looked at me and I could tell she had been crying.

"Lisa? What happened?" I took her hands in mine, as I saw the panic and tiredness etched on her face.

"He-"

"Lisa!" Matt appeared from the stairs and slid down the banisters, earning some cheers and whistles from the girls surrounding him.

"You missed my best game of beer pong ever." He wrapped his arm around her shoulder and I could smell the alcohol on his mouth. "Seriously, it was like I was possessed."

"Lisa do you wanna-" I gently whispered but I was stopped when she shook her head.

Lisa discreetly wiped her eyes and suddenly her character changed from a sad, lost, panic stricken girl to a party girl who's been spending daddy's money.

"Aye! You finally won!" She cheered, looking up at him.

"Well, no." Matt let go of her shoulders and turned to between us, "I lost, but that's not important, the point is I-"

"who'd you loose to?" She smirked, already knowing the answer while I felt like I was on the outside of an inside joke.

Normal with these two though, they have their own language.

"Me!" Veronica appeared from behind Matt with her same sunshine expression. "What, have you not told them that you lost to a girl who's never played beer pong in her life?"

Matt moved aside as to let Veronica into the circle and then proceed to narrow his eyes at her.

"You lost to Veronica?" I scoffed, Veronica was not very known for drinking much, or partying much, she liked to do her own thing and not follow the crowd.

"It's a sensitive subject to him, Alls. Best not to bring it up." Veronica placed her hand on Matts chest in a pitying way.

"Shush you!" Matt said placing his hand on her mouth.

Muffled shouts came from Ronnie and me and Lisa burst out laughing, but I could tell that her laugh was fake.

Veronica pulled down Matthew's hand before she started screaming at him.

"How dare you do such a thing, Matthew Davis! I should call your mother!" She stood on her tippy toes and pointed her finger at him, while Matthew looked at her with admiration.