Addiction Book I

Chapter I: Beginning of the Journey

Kelly

It's 9:45am. Late again for school, as always. I'd tap the snooze button of my phone alarm for the fourth time by now. I'm late anyways, I'd say to myself. Digging my head under my Garfield shaped pillow, I'd sleep for 30 more minutes, deciding to skip school for the third time this week.

A shattered bottle of empty vodka was laying on the floor, next to my king-sized bed. A ripped magazine was over my desktop chair. Clothes covered my whole desk and floor. A trail of Cheetos made their way to my bedroom door. My bedroom was a complete mess. Someone should clean that up. Rolling out of bed, I grabbed my phone from the charger, unplugging it. I would have opened my Instagram but since my dad decided to 'teach me a lesson', I didn't have much internet access and my Wi-Fi was cancelled, too. Any teenage girls' worst nightmare.

Before getting up from my silk covered, comfortable bed, I would scan the floor, looking for my pink Havaianas flip flops. I couldn't just walk bare footed in a pile of broken glass. I'd search under my bed, but then I remembered that I left them in the bathroom as I was taking a shower last night before my breakdown began. Great. Getting out of bed, I'd look at the floor carefully, trying to avoid the broken glass from cutting my cute, sensitive feet. I moved the broken glass with the side of my toe, avoiding the sharp ends. So far, I was nailing it. I could do this! Until - well let's say I didn't drink the whole bottle of vodka that night. Bad things happen when I don't drink. I slipped as I stepped on the pool of vodka. I made a loud, weird squeal as I fell down. I sounded like a squirrel being choked. I felt down on my butt. My best feature. Well, it wasn't toned, but it was medium. A piece of glass penetrated my left butt cheek. Great timing for being in your underwear! "Oh, crap!" I yelled. "My butt!"

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As I finished taking care of myself, I got out of my room. Heading to the kitchen, I'd notice Paola, our maid, crying. "Dios mio, Señor Henderson! Don't fire me, porfavor!" She pleaded, as my dad was firing her. She was our third maid of the month. Every week my dad would fire one. I think he's not over mom either. "Paola, listen." His voice would be formal and composed. "I don't think you're able to take care of us anymore." I was leaning on the wall, next to the kitchen, watching the scene. It was exactly like a Mexican soap opera. "Señor Henderson. Usted listen to me!" She highered her voice. "I have taken care of my family. A family with 7 members. All by myself. And you say I am not able to take care of you two?" My dad cringed. "Paol...." He said before she threw the dirty clothe in his open mouth. "Renuncio!" She yelled. "Be right back, Señor Henderson y Señorita Henderson." She grabbed her purse and went to her bedroom to pack her stuff. As she walked past me and left, I raised an eyebrow at dad. "Seems you are quite a womanizer." I teased, as my dad was trying to take the bad taste of dirt from his mouth. There was a lot of noise coming from Paola's room. My dad's eyes widened. "She's mad.. I woke up the beast." My dad said, full of terror. I bursted out laughing.

After 10 minutes of sobs and Spanish curses, Paola came out of her room with huge luggage. "Esta casa no piso mas! Adios, Señor y Señorita Henderson!" She said harshly, and walked out of the house. My dad's eyes widened as Paola slammed the door. "Tomorrow I'll look for a new maid." My dad said as he turned to eat his breakfast. I shrugged. "I liked Paola, though. She was.... RADIANTE!" My dad and I laughed for a bit. We don't usually spend time together. He is always working and I'm always gulping my problems. "Skipping school won't make your life easier." Dad said. "You're just procrastinating. At the end of the day, you are the one who has to take the repercussions of your decisions." I sighed, rolling my eyes. Ugh. Why is he always trying to get me to do stuff? I'm great doing nothing. I wished I was floating in space at times. No worries. No responsibilities. Nothing.

I walked off, taking my phone out of my left pocket of my new light blue jeans. As I turned on the screen, unlocking it, I'd dial Lina. She didn't pick up. She must have been at school. I exhaled in frustration and locked my phone. As I headed to the bathroom, the door bell rang. "Paol- Oh right.." I'd remember. As I opened the door, a tall boy with dark brown eyes was standing in front of me. He was fit, but not muscular. He was wearing casual clothes. Black t-shirt, dark blue jeans, and a pair of black converse. I looked at him, smiling politely. "May I help you?" He looked at me, as if he forgot why he came by. "Oh-" He woke up. "I'm here for Kelly Henderson. Is she here?" He'd ask, looking down. I noticed he was blushing. "This is she!" I said, humorously. His eyes widened. "You're Kelly? Wow. ." I chuckled. "I'm Oliver. Your new tutor."

HELLO READERS! This is the first chapter of my first story. I hope you liked it and I wish you do rate it and tell your friends about it. -JP