Drink it Away

Chapter 3

Chapter 3!!!!!  Hope you like it <3

London sat in the waiting room trying to waste as much time as she could before having to face her father.

She couldn’t get the fact that Ty her baby brother and one of two of her rocks was gone. Her mom was slowly slipping away and as much as she didn’t want to admit it she was almost gone.

She got off her chair and stalked slowly back to the room her mother was in. her mother was much pale and more sickly looking than before.

London slowly opened the door the tears already making wet streaks sown her cheeks. She sat in the chair beside her mother’s bed.

“Mom?” her voice came out thick with sadness. Her mother looked up at her with lifeless eyes. “Sweetie, you have to be strong you need to beat your father run away do something shoot him for all I care just do something”

Her mom croaked. “Can you promise me that London?” her mom asked. “Yes” London answered shortly. She could barely get out a simple word without breaking out in sobs.  

“I love you” Were her mother’s last words before her eyes shut and she went into permanent slumber. London broke out in un-conditional sobs.

Nurses came into the room and ushered her out into the hallway. She sunk down the wall her whole body shaking with sobs.

Gone her mother was gone. All she had now was her father. He meant nothing to her though.

London spent a good twenty minutes on the hospital floor crying before building up the courage to get up. Slowly she started for the hospital doors.

Right now she could care less what her father did to her she couldn’t feel anything anyways her whole body was numb.

London sat in her car staring t the hospital doors tears streaming down her face but with no sobs coming out of her mouth.

She started her engine and made her way out of the parking lot. London eventually made her way to her house.

As she unlocked the front door and set down her backpack the first thing she saw was in the kitchen was her father sitting in a dining room chair staring straight into her eyes.

She looked sown and hoped to make her way to her bedroom without any interruptions. But nothing ever went right for her.

Her father clutched onto her wrist as she walked by. With no words spoken he flung her backward into the wall.

Her vision went fuzzy and she felt blood seep out of her nose. By the time London’s father was done beating her she was surrounded in a pool of blood.

“Clean this up” he spat at her. London lay on the ground for a good amount of time hoping that maybe she would just bleed to death.

But as you know she wasn’t that fortunate. She pulled herself slowly off the floor. Grabbing a wash cloth from the bathroom she slowly started to clean the blood off the floor.

She picked up the broken glass and any other things that had fallen and made her way up the stairs her body screaming in resistance.

Once she made it to her room she started to strip herself of the bloody clothing. She stepped into the bathroom and started the water turning on the hot water full blast.

She watched as the blood was washed down the drain. Sometimes she wished that her problems were the ones being washed down the drain.

She stepped out of the shower and locked the bathroom door. She needed to numb the physical and emotional pain and she knew just what she needed.

London opened her makeup bag and pulled out the vile of liquid. She walked to her cabinet and pulled out the needle.

She made her way to the wall and slid down so eventually she was sitting on the ground. Slowly she brought the needle to her vein and pricked the skin.

There it was the sweet numbness. Although the pain was still there she could cope. Before she could comprehend she was slowly slipping out of conciseness.

A blinding light awoke London from her slumber. She sat up slowly and instantly regret it. There was a crook in her neck and her muscles were aching.

Then she remembered. Her mother and brother gone. She looked around and slowly got up off the bathroom floor still wrapped in a towel from the night before.

She walked slowly out of the bathroom and made her way to her closet. London looked out of her window and saw her step-fathers car gone.

Thank god it was the weekend she couldn’t cope with going to school and it’s not like her father would let her stay home.

She carefully started to pull on a pair of sweatpants her body aching with every move she made. She pulled an aeropostale T-shirt over her head and made her way to her small radio.

London hit the power button and changed the station to 106.1 and immediately Can’t Hold Us by Macklemore came on.

London smiled at the radio she loved Macklemore.  She sat herself on her purple beanbag chair and pulled her phone off the night stand.

Five new messages from Ashley and Tiffany it read. She opened the messages and gave them a once over.

All they said was they were sorry. What great friends they were. Note the sarcasm. Just as she pulled up facebook there was a knock at the front door.

London looked out her window to see a orange and black Bugatti sports car. Oh. My. God. They must be rich.

That car was none other than her favorite car ever. She raced down the steps and ripped open the front door.

She didn’t bother to look at the person who knocked on her door and pushed past them. She dashed to the car and immediately started petting it like it was a puppy.

London circled the car taking in all it’s features. She stopped in her tracks when she heard a throat clear behind her.

London spun on her heel slightly embarrassed by the way she had acted. Her eyes met a pair of icy blue eyes much like her own.

The eyes looked puffy and red like they had cried for a good amount of time. She studied the rest of the face with curiosity. Why did it look like hers so much?

She knew him from somewhere. He was clad in all white Michael Jordan’s and had on skinny jeans that sagged in the back with an black shirt.

Then it clicked the expensive car the nice clothes this guy was Macklemore. “Oh. My. God. Y-your Macklemore.”

Macklemore chuckled a masculine sound but the smile didn’t reach his eyes. “Yeah. Ben actually.” He replied.

 London was dumbfounded what was Ben Haggerty doing at her house? “What are you doing here?” she asked voicing her thoughts.

He looked at the ground regretfully. “Well your London right?” She nodded slowly astonished as to why he would know her name.

“Well London there’s something you need to know” he announced.

That’s it sorry kinda short:(

           -Adios