i woke up, expecting to still be in Bughuul's arms. wait, how did i know his name? where had i heard it before? anyways, that's not the point. was it all a dream? Probably not because I have a massive hangover
"Allie!" Dylan rushed into my room "why are you sleeping in so late, it's already 3:00 p.m." he shrieked.
"i'll just sleep away the sadness, today" i replied, tucking myself under the covers.
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Dylan pulled the covers off of me.
"where were you last night?" Dylan asked.
"what are you talking about Dyl? i was here!" i lied.
"i saw him. he was carrying you into the house" he shrieked.
my eyes widened "who?".
he leaned in closer before whispering in my ear "M.R. Boogie".
i sat up and glanced out the window causing my eyes to widen. He was here. Clint was here, with the sheriff.
"shit!" i cursed, jumping out of bed, not bothering to change out of my short dress and trashy makeup.
i raced out of the house, holding my fist in the air.
"ah, there's my lovely daughter" Clint smirked.
i stormed up to him and hissed through seethed teeth "i'm not your daughter!".
"your breath smells of booze" he said, causing me to kick him in the knee but he didn't budge.
"your lucky these police men are here!" he whispered, evilly.
"this isn't legal" mom cried.
"why don't you ask the sheriff" smirked Clint.
"either you can become broke, or come and live with me and the kids and make your cute little tables and chairs" he said, tilting up mom's chin.
mom pulled away, tears streaming down her face. before i knew it we were in clint's blue truck. Zach and Dylan sat beside me, lying their heads on each of my shoulders.
"i won't let anything happen to you guys, okay" i whispered shakily.
suddenly we pulled up to the house and stepped out of the car. the sky was a mix of magneta pink and burnt orange. i walked in to see a dinner already prepared and lied out on the table.
"how thoughtful of you" i said sarcastically, rolling my eyes.
i felt a strong hand slap against my face as my head whipped to the side.
"don't disrespect me in my own house!" he growled "we are going to have a nice dinner, like a good family".
"ugh, bite me..." i muttered under my breath dangerously.
i saw his jaw clench but instead of hitting me he plopped down in his chair. i sat across from him, beside Dylan and mom. i twirled my fork in my mashed potatoes.
"eat" demanded Clint.
"fuck you and your stupid freezer food i don't want to fucking eat!" i screamed, getting up from my seat and running out the kitchen.
i heard the sound of a screeching chair and then thumping footsteps. the footsteps drawed nearer until i felt something hard whack against my head and i fell unconscious.
this was a really short chapter because i've uploaded three times today! i hope this amount of posting satisfied you for the next couple of days because i have exams :/
