I Choose Him

Chapter 8

MILA'S POV

I sighed as I finally fell onto the bed.

Dad had picked me up from the fair and was pretty upset to know what had happened.

When we got home, mom was waiting for me in the kitchen with a bottle of whiskey.

Personally I like my mom when we're in trouble because she sits us down with a bottle of alcohol and we get explain what happened while she drank.

I had explained everything to my mom. Yes, I even told her about my little moments with Raiden.

My mom knew nothing of how to deal with boy issues so her answer was to stay away from the male specimen like the plague.

I then had to tell her that I invited them to the cabin and she told me that I was fucked.

I still feel this weird horrible sensation in my belly. I know I'm not sick or hungry, but it has to be the after math of the battle between my emotions and the ramgape my heart went on.

I never felt so confused like I felt right now. If this is how it feels to love or like someone then I never ever want to like someone or love them for the matter.

I woke up to a terrible screeching sound coming from the hallway.

It sounds something like a cat being dragged away and its nails were made out of metal and the floor was a board.

I slowly sat up on my bed and retrieved two pills of Advil from my side table.

I swallowed them dry because I didn't have water near me and I was too lazy and tired to walk down to the kitchen.

I rested my head back on the pillow and tried to catch a bit more sleep.

My phone buzzed in my pants that was on the floor after five mintues of me trying to catch some sleep.

I reached down and fumbled through the pockets. I finally found it and I saw it was a text from Marie.

Hey bitch! Wake up, we have school.

I read the text and groaned as I fell back onto the bed.

I couldn't fall asleep, so I decided to get up. I walked into my bathroom and brushed my teeth.

Once my breath smelled fresh, I walked out of my room to see Finn pushing a large TV halfway through his door.

I rolled my eyes at him and walked down the stairs.

I found Leo in his pajamas hiding behind the couch with a bag of sweets.

He looked up at me in surprise and slowly raised his finger to his lips telling me to keep quiet.

I'm sure it won't take long for him to get high on sugar.

I walked the into kitchen to find my dad using his computer and drinking coffee with only a towel around his waist.

"Dad, are you really working or pretending to so that mom wouldn't call you back upstairs to fuck you?" I asked, resting my hand on my hip.

"Second choice so keep that little mouth of yours shut." He hissed,

I rolled my eyes and opened the fridge. There was left over pizza that has been sitting in the fridge for a month now so I know not to choose that.

I looked in the cabinets and found a spaghetti and meatball can. You know, the one with the white Italian chef and the can is like reddish.

I followed the instructions and waited three minutes before the timer went of on the microwave.

I took up the bowel and sat in front of my dad.