12. Shiloh POV

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A frying pan hit the floor right next my feet. I felt the floor vibrate next to me when the pan hit the floor but my eyes never left my fathers. My lips trembled and he walked towards me.

"So you think it's okay just to cuss and scream on our porch?" he hissed in my face "I have people paying to live in this house and you are disturbing them!" 

       With that he drug me up the stairs by my ponytail, my legs shuffled trying to keep up with his fast pace to make it easier on my scalp. Opening the door in the ceiling he shoved me towards the ladder that leads me to my room. " I hope you have an idea on how we are going to pay these bills if Mr. Griffin or Ms.Liza moves out." And with that he walked he stomped down the stairs.

      Part of me actually felt bad for my father. Ever since my mom screwed him over in that divorce; he's been broke, grumpy and a drunk. He had to rent out two bedrooms of our house to a substitute teacher , Mr. Griffin and a librarian Ms. Liza. Both were good friends of my father before he and my moms split and had fallen on hard times like my father and needed a place that supplied cheap rent . So my father charged them just enough to get the bills paid and keep food on our table while he was currently between jobs. Thats why it is very important that there isn't a lot of confusion around the house because my dad needs Mr. Griffin and Ms. Liza to stay or we are screwed.

I am so stupid.

I am going to ruin everything.

I picked up some of the prescription pain pills I had in a bottle under my bed and was about to take a handful.

I just wanted to go away.

Or at least pass out for a little bit. 

I got the pills up to my mouth and my phone rang.

Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.

"Hello?" I asked confused

"Hey, sorry I am so late calling." Aspens raspy joust woke up voice responded


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