Scarred// Z.M.

Chapter 4. Party Time!

Chapter 4. Party Time!

Aria's P.O.V

I rushed into the house to find that filthy man I call my dad laying motionless on the floor, eyes half open and a bottle of pills resting on his hand. He's dead. I stood there staring at his face, shocked. A police man came up to me "Do you know this man, miss?" He asked.

"Um yeah, he's my dad" I said still staring at the deceased body.

"Well I'm sorry to say but your father has had a drug over-dose and has died" You don't say, I thought. "Sorry for your loss miss" he said before patting my shoulder and walking outside. I stood staring at my dad as he is put on a stretcher and was pulled away. I was shocked, but didn't cry. Why should I when this man tortured me everyday of my flipping pathetic life ever since my dear mum died. To be honest, I feel happy. As heartless and crazy as I sound I don't care, I'm happy. I'm free. But I'm now completely alone.

Just then, it came to me. I pulled out my phone and called the person I knew I could get help from. The phone started ringing, I started nibbling at my nails begging to be answered.

Ring

Ring

Ring

Ring

"Aria?" I sighed in relief " Yea, hey Yasmin"

"Hey what's up?"

"Can you come to my house please, I'm feeling very lonely, please" I said in a pleading tone, I let out a sob. I don't know why I was crying.

"Oh my gosh, don't cry I'm on my way just give me your address"

I gave her my address and waited for her to come. I sat on the floor with my knees against my chest and my arms rapped around my knees rocking back and forth staring at the front door. Finally the door bell rang and I jumped up and opened the door. She put her arm around my shoulders and lead me to the living room and sat my down. I sat there quietly for a minute while she examined the room and gawked at the amount of beer cans lying around. "Um, wow, you live here?" she asked shocked and in loss of words. I nodded and explained the situation about my parents.

" My mother died two years ago. It was all because of my dad, he had made my mum go for a check-up because she wasn't feeling too well one day, later we find out it's cancer and my mum was crying so much and she never was the same. My mum went for the chemo therapies, but it turned out they weren't helping. Well that's what we thought but one day I was going through my parents draws to find something and I found the real report that said she was finally okay. When I went to my mum to show her I found her lying on the bathroom floor with blood coming out of her wrists. She was dead, my mother killed her self. After the funeral I wanted to tell people but my dad starting beating me up and threatened me that if I ever told anyone he would kill me, so I had kept my mouth shut. Now my dad is dead because he had a drug over-dose"

I looked at Yasmin who was shocked and her eyes were full of anger and sadness as she rubbed circles on my back to calm me down. I started sobbing into my hands as Yasmin started comforting me with soothing words. Finally after I calmed down Yasmin stood up. "Start packing, you're going to stay with me" I looked up at her in confused "What? No, no I can't"

"Yes, yes you can and you will, I can't let you suffer like this no more you're going to pack your things and you're going to stay with me"

"Ok" I mumbled and starting walking up the stairs to my room with Yasmin following me. We reached my room and I started packing all my clothes and things for school in my very old suitcase which I hadn't used for years. I folded my dress for the party nicely and put it in a separate bag so that it doesn't get ruined. My room was practically empty since I didn't own a lot of things. As we left the house I didn't want to look back.