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Pt.8

Vics POV

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I hate her. All she knows what to do is blame people for her drinking and drug problems. I made her go to sleep so I could leave, but I got no where to go. I don't wanna look needy and ask carl if I could crash at his but I don't have any other options. As me and Carl was watching white chicks to cheer me up, I say;
"Carl you can't stay over for the night...and I can't ether" I say fidgeting with my fingers.
"I don't want to live like this. I have a mom who just cares about herself and drugs, I've got a dead dad, and my 19 year old sister lives thousands of miles away from me and a little brother who lives with her." A lump comes in my throat and I gulped down hoping it would go. It didn't. I cried into Carl's arms.
He's big hands was stoking my hair whilst my face was tucked into his stomach. He cupped my face and looked me in the eyes.
"You can live with me for as long as you like." He said gently kissing my forehead.
"What about Fiona?" I exclaimed
"She will love you. Everyone is really welcoming so you don't need to worry about anything. Me and you will share a bed and it'll all be fine" he said reassuring me.
I pecked his cheek and ran upstairs to pack my stuff. He followed and helped me. I grabbed my largest suitcase and chucked everything in there. Once my wardrobe was empty I went under my bed and took out a box.
"What's that?" He asked, sitting next to me on my bed.
"Emergencies" I lied and laughed. He laughed to. Inside it was a brown bag with stacks of $100 bills.
"Okayy" he smirked.
"Drugs?" He asked
"It was a long time ago, this is all the money I made." I said waiting for a response.
"I've got a stash but it's hidden very well" he twitched his nose with his finger.

We left the house and shut the door quietly so my druggy mom wouldn't wake up. I'm glad I'm leaving that shit head to die upstairs. Hopefully she overdoses. A smirk came to my face as I was thinking that.
"What you smilin bout?" He asked. I looked at him and twitched my nose with my thumb and he laughed. He held my suitcase for me like a gentleman. I really felt special. This is probably the first time someone really cared about me. My stomach fluttered.