Denial and Demons

Part 8

Hi to the brave few that reads what is sent out into the void. If you haven't checked out my other story Molly What's Your Secret? please give it a try. It's a werewolf romance and I'm sorta proud of it. 

We all know this hasn't been edited so be nice. 

Song above is: Happy Song by Bring Me the Horizon. I think it fits Erin a little bit as far as the mood she starts this part out in. 

Erin's P.O.V. 

The rest of the week passed by in a blur that I tried to slow down. I was apprehensive about Friday. 

I tried to avoid any time of social gathering. I didn't know how long I would be in one place and limiting my contact with people made it that much easier to leave when it was time to go. 

I woke up Friday morning and searched around my room for a clean pair of jeans and t shirt. I unlocked the deadbolt on my door and crept out. My mom wouldn't be up this early. Hell she had probably just gone to bed an hour ago. 

It was still dark outside as I tiptoed across the hall into the small bathroom. I showered quickly and blow dried my hair and set to work curling it. 

I didn't plan on dressing up for the bonfire. I figured it'd be cold and didn't really own anything other than my jeans and t's. It would have to do. I couldn't risk coming home after school and doing my hair and makeup or my mom would for sure know that I was going out. As I put on a small amount of concealer I briefly wondered if this were a date. 

I shook my head at myself. There's no way. Adam was just being nice. He was incredibly attractive but I didn't think I was his type. He seemed like the kind of guy that would like the short skirts and pink tank tops. He had even invited Savannah so unless he had planned to take the both of us on a date it was just a friendly get together. 

I told myself that I was trying to look pretty today for myself and not at the idea of seeing Adam. I don't know if it worked. 

I was jittery as I grabbed my sketch book from my room along with my text books. I locked my bedroom door with my key that I kept on my lanyard. The lock helped keep my mom out when she was bound and determined that I was hiding alcohol from her in my room. Before I had gotten wise she had broken in one of the standard bedroom locks and torn my room apart. Ripped sketch books and clothes littered the floor and I had been left to clean it up.

After I had packed up I stepped silently down the old stair case, peeking out over the railing to where I could see into the living room. It was in it's usual disarray and I couldn't see my mom anywhere. She must have been in her bedroom at the back of the house. 

I didn't dare make a sound just in case. I didn't want to risk anything today not even grabbing a granola bar. 

I made it to the front door and was just closing it behind me when I heard her.

"Goodbye, I love you too," I heard my mom sneer. 

I closed my eyes and sent a big gust of air out of my nose. I sucked a deep breath in and opened the door a little wider keeping one foot planted on the front porch just in case I needed to make a quick exit. 

I didn't want to talk to her this morning. Talking always led to fighting and I just didn't have it in me. I was bound and determined to make today a good day.

"Bye Mom, love you," I called out to her like I hadn't heard the resentment in her voice.

"Just where are you off to looking so pretty?" I heard her slow uneven steps coming closer to the door and inched back out on to the porch a bit further with my finger tips barely on the door knob.