Billionaires prefer Blondes

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I started the morning off like usually. I mean I woke in my bed, in my hoodie, and with Rex at the bottom of my feet. The light was peaking in through the broken blinds, and doors were slamming downstairs. That was my queue. I slowly moved my feet from under Rex, and got up. I walked out of the door with the wooden floor creaking and the deaf dog sleeping.

My parents weren't home. The bedroom door was open. I usually didn't wake up early enough to see them leave and come back, so after I put the toast in the toaster, I tip toed towards the room. Still on my toes, I walked into the room. The first thing I saw was the bed. Neat. It was neat. Spinning around everything was neat. I was expecting a mess. Bongs on the floor, empty syringes. But everything was neat. I crept towards the dresser, and looked into the mirror. Just me. Still me.

I reached forward and pulled the draw out. But it was filled with photographs. There were polaroids and the were normal pictures. On the images was my mum. In most of them she was wearing a skirt low on her hips and a short spaghetti top. There were pictures of my dad too, with his long blonde hair wearing Hawaii shirts. And there were polaroids of me. All when I was little. I was wearing long dresses and sunglasses too big for my face. I was posing in all of them. I loved having pictures of me taken.

Although I haven't had any proper pictures taken of me since I was 7, and that was 9 years ago.

The only time I got pictures taken of me now, is when creepy men come up to and ask for them. I can't say no. Because boss said I can't ever deny the opportunity of serving a happy customer.

I shut the draw in forcefully and pulled out the second draw. My eyes widening and my hands reaching forwards, I moved around the small, sealed bags of white dust. At first I thought there were tens of them. But then I saw more. And more, and more. There were hundreds of weightless zip lock bags filled with powder. I was so occupied with counting that I nearly missed the smell of smoke, I was so occupied that I nearly missed the sound of the door opening.

My heart stopped and I sprinted as quickly as I could towards the kitchen. Once I was in the smoke filled room I grabbed the toaster throwing my toast onto the plate. I opened a window and stood in silence.

Click, click, click..

The sounds of heels on wood was echoing through the hallway and I sat down near the table facing the door. I hadn't seen my mum in 10 days? I couldn't remem-

''What did you do Carson'' She said walking into the kitchen. My breathe stopped. My mum was a addict, so why didn't she look like and addict. Her black hair was pulled into a extremely tight ponytail, her long legs were hid under a pencil skirt and blouse and her eyes, her icy eyes were stari-

''I said what did you do Carson'' she raised her voice,

''Yes, sorry I was making toast and went out of it''

She turned around and filled a cup with water. Moments before taking a sip she reached towards the top cabinet and grabbed a box of pain killers.

''Do you have a headache?''

''Yes Carson''

''Why?'' I asked, I picked my toast, the burnt bits getting under my fingernails

''Things aren't going my way Carson.''

''I haven't seen you for a while mom'' I said, but she was already making her way to her room, she walked in and closed the door.

I opened the trash and threw the toast in there, going to the sink I put my dish in with the rest and filled it up. I was halfway through when the bedroom door opened and she came out again.

Mom sat on one of the chairs. She wasn't wearing her pretty clothes anymore, she was wearing a stained white shirt and her hair was let loose. She was in her underwear. She started to pull out plastic bags with the white dust out of her bra along with a card. She swiftly aligned four rows and stuck the note in her nostril with the other side on the dust. I turned around by now. All I heard was her snorting and her coughing. I put the dishes in the cupboards and made my way towards the door.

''Don't be in my way again Carson, it wasn't as peaceful with your eyes seeping into the show I was giving myself.''

''Sorry mom.''

''You need to think about moving out Carson, you're wasting the food that belongs to your dad and I.''

''I'm sixteen mom''

''Stop with your petty excuses''

I walked to my room, I needed more sleep before my shift. I was about closing the door and my mum had just started to get angry.

''Get out, go live on the streets, get the fuck out of my house, get out Carson'' echoed through the house. Soon she would come start banging on the door, and then she'd lock herself in her room. Dad usually was already there, sleeping off the previous night. But this afternoon, I wasn't sure where he was.

I sat on the bed, Rex scooted closer to me and I was left starring at the wall. I might as well just stare at the wall for the next 3 hours. My shifts starts soon. And it's not like I'll be talking to my mum anytime soon.