Before you begin, here's a huge trigger warning. This book deals with incredibly sensitive and triggering topics. In no way am I romantising them. Chapter 19 is going to change everything for Hazel-Grace. Keep in mind.. The majority of this book was published in the summer of '17. Now it's 2020 and chapter 19 is in progress.
"I'll take it you like doing all the guys on this street, Allison. Cheating on my dad in the process." I said. Allison look at me like I was insane, "Where'd you get that idea from, Hazel?", she chuckled. "My friends keep saying they're dads keep telling them to me you're good in bed. Also you have a new man every week. You make up some shitty story saying my dad raped you and fled to Japan " I said sternly. "Kids will say anything. Also shut your mouth." She cursed. "My friends don't lie, don't make them out to be liars. I'll make sure you're gone by the end of the month, Allison." I insisted.
"How do you suppose you do that?", She laughed, "Who do you think he'll believe? Me or you? A fucking ghostbuster!" She chuckled. "I have my ways Allison." I glared at her. "As do I have mine. I'm pregnant with the guy next door." She grinned, "I'll make it out to be your dads." She smirked. It took me a few minutes before I realised I was fighting a losing battle. I sighed and walked out of the room.
I sat at the dining room table, my sketch books scattered about. I was drawing something I'd see in my dream last night. I dream about what I'm meant to kill. I draw it so I have a clear picture. Like I'd do with every time. I'd always draw with multiple black and grey pencils.
I heard mumbles of chatter from the living room. "Craig I'm pregnant." Allison said. I walked into the living room and leant against the door frame, just to see the look on his face. He look disgusted. He always said he never wanted another child. Taking care of me was apparently too much. He wasn't even looking after me. They'd always been at the pub down the road.
He tried to hide the disgusted look with a smile, "Wonderful, honey.", his eyes returned straight to his newspaper. I grinned, and returned to the dining room table. I could tell Allison knew he didn't want another child. He works two months in a row, has a week off, repeat. He's barely home, leaving me with her. A drunken, no good lying cheat. She's abusive. Not to mention has a new guy every week.
Allison walked into the dining room. "What are you drawing?" She picked up one of my sketch books and flicked through them. Stopping on pages that had more detailed demons and ghosts on. She looked mortified. It was funny to me. "Fucking demon child!" She screeched, hurling the book at me. "Aye. Just be happy I'm not a slut and fucking every guy in our street, Allison." I said, still drawing the ghost girl I'd seen in my dream.
"Craig tell your daughter to stop being so odd!" She yelled. "She's sixteen this year, leave her alone Allison. Drawing is a talent." He said. I gazed at Allison and slouched back in my chair. "What was that about him believe me or you Allison?" I smiled at her, devilishly. 'Cause she knew he'd believe me over her. He'd trust me over her. He'd agree with me.
I sat up in my chair and retrieved my pencil. She leant over the table to meet my eyes, before grabbing my wrist, I heard the clatter of my pencil hitting the hardwood floor. "Stop it, Hazel-Grace Jones. I'll get my way in this house. Without bitches like you getting in my way.", her grip tightened around my wrist, "He'll soon trust me more, believe me, agree with me. I'm sending you to college." She whispered, grinning.
