That's What You Get, Lydia // Hayley Williams

[Chapter Five] Hate It Or Love It

Chapter Five.

Title Credit: Hate It Or Love It by 50 Cent ft The Game

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"It's all fucking bullshit. I mean, I understand why he didn't tell me that he was dating again, but what the fuck? Why didn't he at least try to go for someone who was at least a little bit like my mother. No, instead he goes for a complete, stuck up, prissy, white bitch." I continued ranting, waving my arms in the air as if to further my point. For the past ten minutes, I've ranting to Riot and Jannah about how much of a mistake my father is making by getting with a stupid bitch like Sarah. He told me, after the accident, that he could never ever love someone as much as he did with mom, so why the hell is he dating that bitch?

Jannah sighed as she placed her hand over my shoulder, trying to give me a bit of reassurance. But reassurance for what? My father is letting some rich whore move into the house where him and my mother raised my older sister and I. I'm certain that Sarah is going to try and change my father. I know that she's going to change the house, the furniture, decorations and everything inside it. But if that bitch even thinks about touching anything that belonged to my mother, I am going to stab her in the throat with a fork.

"Dude, calm down. I'm sure everything is going to be alright." Riot said, but even she knew that everything wasn't going to be 'alright'. You may think that I'm overreacting, but I don't think anyone understands how close I once was with my mother and older sister. How devastated I was when I found out about the accident. No one understands how much hatred I have for the drunk driver who is now spending forty years behind bars at the Washington State Penitentiary. No. One. Fucking. Understands.

I inhaled a deep breath, falling face first on my bed. Riot and Jannah had come over to hang out, but I wasn't really in the mood to do anything. All I really wanted to do was go downstairs and punch Sarah in her fucking plastic face. No, all I need to do is calm down, and I know exactly how.

Jolting up from my bed, I hurried to my backpack which was lying beside my desk. I grabbed a bag of weed, along with my lighter and grinder. Instead of smoking from my pipe, I grabbed my rainbow colored bong from my closet. Riot groaned loudly once she realized what I was about to do. "Seriously, Lydia? You're getting high now?" I nodded as I walked towards the bathroom that was connected to my bedroom. I filled the bong with water, only until the stem was submerged in the water.

"Hold this for a sec," I handed Jannah the bong as I grabbed a handful of marijuana and quickly put it in my grinder. I packed the bowl with the grounded marijuana, making sure none of it fell out. Sitting crossed legged on the edge of my bed, I placed my thumb over the carb, placing my lips inside the rim of the mouthpiece. I placed the now lit lighter over the bowl, the bong instantly beginning to fill with smoke. I inhaled the smoke, holding it in my lungs for a few seconds before releasing it through my mouth. Jannah sometimes say that I smoke more than Cheech and Chong, but I doubt that's true. Most days, I just 'wake up and bake up', but sometimes, I go days without smoking. It's not an addiction, and I sure as hell can stop anytime I want to.

"Aren't you worried about your dad walking in on you smoking out of a fucking bong?" Riot asked, waving her hand in front of her face in order to rid of the smell.

I shook my head in response. "Dude, no. My dad knows I smoke regularly and I highly doubt he gives a fuck. Besides, I'm pretty sure that he's too busy fucking his slut to notice." I exhaled another long drag of smoke, watching in amusement as the smoke began to slowly fill the room. My father has never had a problem with me smoking marijuana before and I'm sure he won't anytime soon. With all the shit that we've gone through over the past few years, I'm certain that he understands why I threw myself in drugs. It's not the right thing to do, I know that. But even if I cared, I wouldn't be sitting on my bed, smoking marijuana from this huge ass bong that I got for Christmas from Jayden last year.