Learning To Trust (ON HOLD)

Chapter 7: Where am I?

Chapter 7: Where am I

"Come on Ashley you take so long to get ready" I pouted. I've told Ashley to hurry up atleast 10 times already.

"Don't get your panties in a twist I'm coming" she screamed from her room.

This was going to be my first party ever. I was breaking the no alcohol rule from lacrosse and dance and hopefully I wouldn't get caught and get benched or worse kicked off the team.

Ashley made her way down the stairs ever so slowly. I groaned she was doing this on purpose.

"Hey I hate to break this to you but you can't go to the party with me" she told me once she reached the bottom of the stairs.

"What why?", why was she telling me this now after I got ready. I was looking forward to this all week.

"I know I told you that you can come but I lied I only said that so mom would let me go" she hurried passed me and walked towards the door before she left she turned towards me and told me, " See you when I get back and remember this is our little secret." Once she said that she slammed the door and left. You could here her heels clicking with every step she made.

I hate her she always uses me to do stuff she wants. I was so pissed I could kill. Ugh I hate her. This is so like her. I don't know how my parents don't notice that she uses me.

Oh yeah that's right it's because they praise her. My parents have never really paid attention to me. At first I would say that I don't mind but deep down I do. It kills me inside to know that both my parents love my sister and just forget about me.

If ask for something they would say " stop bothering me" or they would straight up ignore me. But if ashley asks for something they would say "okay here" and they would never ignore her. I wish she would just die or disappear.

CRASH!

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My head was pounding and any sound I heard sounded 100 times louder than it was. I would open my eyes but the light would be to bright so I would close them. So this is what it felt like to have a hangover.

"Maddie are you awake?"

Aaron?

I opened my eyes and as much as it pained me I kept them open so they could adjust.

I looked at my surroundings this was not my room.

The door creaked open and Aaron's head popped into the room.

"Oh good you're awake" Aaron walked in with advil and a glass of water in his hand, "Here take this it will help".

"Thank you where is my phone?" I asked him. If I was here that means I never came home last night.

This week was the first week of school and I only went once. I'm not off to a good start.

"Here it is" Aaron passed me my phone and took back the glass of water after I drank with the pills.

I looked at the screen 15 new messages. They were all from my parents. They all said that they are worried about me. Oh now they pay attention to me.

"Is everything okay?" Aaron asked me I guess he can tell by the look on my face that I wasnt happy.

"Yeah it's just my parents" I couldn't finish I could feel tears coming in.

I hate how talking about my parents make me want to cry. It's not like they are dead cause they aren't I hate talking about them because it makes me feel alone and unwanted. I hear kids at school say "oh I'm my mom's favorite" or "I'm my dad's favorite". When I hear that I say in my head I'm none of my parent's favorite cause their favorite is 7 feet under. They only time they do care is when my friends are over and when they have to act like they care about me. And that's not often.