Cry Baby|| Kim Taehyung.

Chapter 5-Sippy Cup

Melanie Martinez-Sippy Cup
(Lyrics in bold)

-- "I'll see you later." I whispered to Megann and quickly left the building.  The sun had set and the cool night air began to blow. I re adjusted my bag and began to walk home. But in all honesty I had no idea where the hell I was.

"Hey!" A voice yelled from behind me, grabbing onto my bag. I screamed and quickly turned around. The person looked at me in confusion as I muttered a mouthful of curses. "Why don't you just give me a heart attack Taehyung?" I asked shaking my head.

"Oh someone has a dirty mouth." He replied smirking. I rolled my eyes walking away from him. "Wait." He called walking to catch up to me. Once he was next to me I stopped while he said "I never heard you curse before." "Well you just did. Now kindly leave me alone." I growled as he looked down at me.

Now why does he have to be taller than me? I thought as he smirked at me again. "You don't even know where your going." He said. "Yes! Yes I do!" I argued. "Okay then I guess I'll see you tomorrow at school." With that being said he began to walk back towards the building.

Ugh. I can't believe that I'm doing this. I thought. "Tae wait!" I called. He stopped in his tracks, his back turned to me. "Yes?" He asked. "I don't know where I am and I need your help." I mumbled. "I'm sorry I can't hear you. Can you please speak a little louder?" He said. "Ugh. I don't know where I am and I need your help. Come on V!" I yelled stamping my stood. Tae turned around laughing at me. "Okay. Okay. Let me just get my car." He said walking off.

"If this is a prank and you leave me, it won't end well for you Kim Taehyung." I threatened. "Wouldn't think of it Sweet Heart." He called back. A couple of minutes later the car pulled up in front of me. I got in and closed the door. I angrily sat inside crossing my arms. "You know you look cute when you're mad." He told me. "Shut up." I responded. I soon felt my cheeks heating up. No. No there was no way that he made me blush. I thought just as Taehyung said "Oh my god are you blushing?" Poking my cheek.

I angrily pushed his hand away and he laughed. His laugh was cute. Ugh get a hold of yourself Crystal. You hate him. Remember that! I mentally screamed at myself. I stared out of the window and I saw that we were in my neighborhood. "Turn left now." I said. He turn and stopped the car right in front of my house. "Your place looks cozy." He told me. I froze and gulped before quietly saying "No. It's not. Thank you for the ride." I said climbing out of the car. "So you don't want this back?" I turned to see V holding my phone.

"How did you get that?" I asked as he tossed it to me. "I have my ways. See you tomorrow." He called driving off. I shook my head as I entered my house. As soon as I took a step inside the smell of marijuana a.k.a cannabis hit me. I gagged and coughed before closing the door. I gripped my bag as I walked through the kitchen. There she was passed out under the kitchen sink. Who you may ask? My mother, the woman who gave birth to me. The brown liquor sat right beside her. I walked out of the kitchen and now up the stairs. I passed a room and twisted my face in disgust when I heard the sounds coming from inside. I guess sex don't sleep when the lights are off. I thought.

Mom is drunk meanwhile Dad moans. How could he get with another woman? Why would he do this? I remembered when Mom stabbed Dad because she caught him bringing home a slut. He used a sheet to cover the wound on his abdomen. But blood still stains when the sheets are washed. They would fight and claw at each others throat when Clark and I were asleep. But they didn't know that I was awake, listening to the sounds of everything falling apart. They don't think I'm that fucking dumb, do they? I shook my head trying to rid my mind of the thoughts. I walked passed Clark's room, his door was wide open. Inside he was taking drags like there was no tomorrow. The smoke was thick and it was all around the room.

I quickly walked inside my room and closed the door. I dropped my bag on the floor and stared at the clock. It was nine p.m. I decided to take a shower then got changed into my white dress with floral prints on it. I combed up my hair and slightly put on a little make up. I couldn't help but feel a little excited. Are we still on for our date tonight? I texted my boyfriend Johnny.

He was the one thing that made me happy when everything was falling apart. I looked down at the scars on my arm. He even accepted me for who I am and I was thankful for that. I sat on the edge of my bed nervously rocking back and for waiting for his reply. Time slowly passed by.

I glanced back at the clock which now read ten p.m. I sighed in frustration as my phone beeped. I snatched it up and it was a message from Johnny. It read I can't make it tonight. Sorry. I let the words sink in before I let out another sigh. Silly girls and silly boys. I bitterly thought.

This was the fourth date that Johnny couldn't make it to. What was going on with him? I stood up and looked at my reflection in the mirror. All dolled up for nothing. Kids are still depressed when you dress them up. I felt my anger rising as I slammed open my room door and stormed downstairs. I walked into the kitchen where my mother still was.

I snatched up the liquor and poured some into cup that no one would suspect it was in. I then put back the liquor bottle where I found it and went back up in my room. I locked the door and walked out onto my balcony. I leaned on the edge and felt the cool wind across my skin.

I raised the cup to my lips, tilting my head back, letting the fiery liquid shoot down my throat. Before I felt a sleepy feeling now taking over my body. Tomorrow could be better, right?

And syrup is still syrup in a sippy cup.