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It's been three hours and I'm still sober. It sucks dick. Whenever I get a drink Romeo takes it away. It's not fair, everyone else is drinking and having a good time. I don't get why I can't, all I want is to get drunk. I know it's not for good reasons, but still. I can't stop thinking about my dad. It's all my fault. My dad and I were close. Not like close enough for me to tell him my secrets or anything, but close enough that I would make dirty jokes with him. I miss him so much. I don't know what's going to happen now. I don't know how Carson is going to take care of a 15 year old girl. He is still a kid himself. He's only 19. I don't want him giving up his whole life to take care of me. I'm not worth it. But at the same time I don't want to have him and all my friends. If he can't take care of me then I have to go live with my aunt and uncle. (Who I hate by the way) I know Romeo said I would live with him, but I don't think I would be able to. Gosh! Life's a bitch! It seems so stupid to try your whole life to be accepted and in the end you regret it. "Babe, are you ok?" My thoughts are brought to a screeching stop. I shake the thoughts out of my head. I look at him. He has a drunk smile on his face. I giggle. Jack is so weird, I love it. "Yea, I'm fine." I say smiling. Of course it's one big lie. But I know it makes him feel good. It's crazy how just a few weeks ago I could barely stand the kid. Now we are a thing. I don't even know what we are. My thoughts are interrupted again by someone grabbing my hand. I look down and see a tan hand. I look up and see Romeo. He's pulling me up off the couch. "Where we goin?" I ask as I follow him. Romeo's not drunk. I made sure of that. He has a bit of a drinking problem. He has been in the hospital four times because of it. This last time I made him get help. If his family wasn't going to do anything them I was. "Porsche, what's wrong?" I try to look a surprised, but he sees right through that. "Nothing. Why do you ask?" Romeo knows something's wrong. "Don't lie to me. I know when something's wrong." I try to walk out of the room, but he grabs my wrist. I try to pull away but he's to strong.
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Teen FictionPorsche Barkenser is 15 years old. She's a topical teenage girl. Well no she's not. Her life is one big lie. No one knows her secret but her best friend Romeo. But what happens when her secret comes out and her life is flipped upside down. How is sh...