Addiction

Chapter 25

Lisa Pov

My father is such a hypocrite.

His screaming at the top of his lungs telling me no boys aloud yet his sleeping with a twenty-something year old whore.

He threw 25 years of marriage away for a girl that's 22... If he does the math , he could tell that he was married for 3 years before the girl was born.

I can't believe him... His oldest daughter is 30... My father is insane.

Him and my mom had my sister in high school.

Once they had my sister my grandfather bought a place for my parents live and have their perfect little family .

Months later my dad left my mom and my sister to join the army for 10 years... My parents was still together my dad was just serving...When my sister was five years old my parents bgit married al thought my father was away...He retired and 2 years later they had me.

And my father baught a mansion cause he owned his own business now and everything was great.

Thru out all of his hard times my mother stood by him.

I don't know why my father just choose to do something so stupid.

I hate Him. I can't ever forgive him. He hurt my mom and my mother is my pride.. He didn't just hurt her alone... He hurted all of us.

The sun came down by now and when i check the time it's 10 pm.

I force myself of the hard floor and walk to the community shower to rinse my face and brush my teeth.

When i came back to my dorm i see that the lights are on from outside.

I was sitting in the dark while crying .

Emma must be back.

I open the door and see Gerald sitting on my bed with a pizza box and two pepsi bottles and his lap top.

"W-what are you doing here" I question him and cringe when i hear my voice.... It's barely recognizable and it's hoarse.

"I knew you didn't eat so i brought you food and Emma isn't coming back tonight so i can stay the night if you want" He says... His voice is unrecognizable as well... Was he crying when he left me too?

"Thank you"

I walk to the closet and change into black sweats and a black shirt.

Once i come out Gerald looks up at me with a weak smile.

I take a sit next to him on my small framed bed.

"You really didn't have to bring me food" My voices comes out even weaker and he smiles.

He smells like weed.

"Are you high" I asked him and he chuckles.

"Not no more" He admits.

"You smoke... You don't seem like the smoking type" He looks over at me.

"Smoking type?" I laugh

"Yeah... You don't look like your parents would let you smoke"

"My parents dont decide what i do" I lie

"Really cause on your first day here when he saw us he was tellimg you to get a new dorm" He laughs

"Well not anymore they don't... And lets not bring up my father... It'll damage my already damaged heart" I groan dramatically.

"Sure" He nods and we stay in silence not knowing what to say.