Golden Girl

Part 2

I'm still laying in my bed when I can hear the engine of my parent's car pull up in the driveway, I move quickly and put out the cigarette and open a window. " Sammie?" I hear my mum's voice call throughout the house. "Yeah" I answer back in a sweeter voice than normal.

We're sitting at the dinner table all of us like a perfect porcelain family, they just got home from a month long business trip and they're not saying anything, not a single fucking word. No 'how's it going' or 'good to see you' just silence... "Are you okay honey?" she looks at me with a bit worry about her look "Yeah mum I'm great" I respond with a big smile, she smiles back and starts talking to my dad about the new improvements in his company.

My phone is buzzing in my pocket, I take it out to see a text from Jacob saying he want's to see me, I reply back with a be there in five. "Mum, dad I'm going over to Jacob's for a bit is that okay?" "Yeah sure thing honey, just remember you have to be back before midnight" my dad replies from the living room, I roll my eyes slightly before I walk letting the front door close behind me. I arrive at Jacob's knocking before I enter, I hear him coming down the stairs "Hey babe" his hands slide right around my waist as his lips kinda roughly hit mine, "well hey to you too" I say trying to act a little surprised. I take his hand in mine as he leads me towards his room, It's big and the lighting is very dim but there's enough light for me to make out the silhouettes of all the fancy paintings on the walls.

So here we are on his bed making out, somehow we always find a way to end here regardless of whatever we're doing. He's just like a fucking animal sometimes you can't stop him from feeding.

His hands are travelling up and down my body, his fingers slowly caressing the skin on my stomach. I feel a hand on my left breast, I pull away a little not wanting this to turn into sex, he continues the making out but now his hands are moving to a place even worse.

My wrists... I get a hold of his hands before they reach, and place them on each side of my face instead. I let out a breath in relief, Jacob looks at me and I just give him a sweet smile.

That was close!

five minutes to midnight I arrive back home, I find my parents packing their bags to leave again the next morning. I lean against the door frame to their room, "Already leaving again?" I ask in a hushed voice knowing it's late "yeah sorry something urgent came up at the headquarters in London" my dad looks at me, his look begging me to understand "okay I get it" I say trying to hold back the tears that almost never come. "Good honey I promise we'll be back soon" my mum interrupts " besides you got Patrice to look after you," she says as she strokes my cheek softly.

The maid? she want's the fucking maid to look after me and not her, that's the mother of the fucking year right here, people.

I walk back to my room and lay in my bed waiting for my parents to fall asleep when I hear the familiar sound of snoring, I know it's time. I open the window above my bed and climb out on the roof, I always have a pack of cigarettes out there and at least four bottles of alcohol. I pick my favourite which is vodka, it's about half full I chug the rest of it. I then pick another and start drinking that too, soon all of the pain is gone washed down with the booze.