Life's Little Game

Life's Little Game (6)

Life's Little Game (6)

New chapter guys! I need votes and comments on this story more than the other one, coz I personally think that this is GOING NOWHERE and I gotta know if I'm right and should just stop- yes, it's depressing as hell(!), but it gets better (I think).

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Recap:

Maybe they hadn't seen me... I turned off the car again and waited. Two cops hopped out, one running to the school and the other doing something with a radio he had pulled from his belt. He glanced around the parking lot and his eyes came to a rest on my car. I shrank down in my seat and closed my eyes tight. I heard the door open beside me and, "Ma'am, get out of the car and place your hands on your head." I groaned inwardly and stepped out of the car, hands in the air.

I stepped out and turned to face the car, placing my hands on the side. The cop came up behind me and pushed me up against the car hard. Searching for handcuffs. I felt the cold metal come in contact with my skin and two sharp clicks. The cop took me by the upper arm and led me to his car. I was in DEEP shit this time...

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"This HAS to be the worst thing you've done!" My father yelled at me as I pranced in the front door, free at last! That cop station was really stuffy...

"Are you even LISTENING to me?" My dad screamed. I rolled my eyes and grabbed the pad of paper that was permanently left on the hallway table.

'Yes, I just didn't feel like answering!' I wrote smugly. Did he expect me to answer him back? I had lost my voice! How could he forget THAT?!

"Don't talk smart to me!" Dad yelled. I could see a vein throbbing in his forehead.

'I didn't say a word.'

"THAT'S IT! Get UP to your room NOW!" He yelled, his face an ugly puce. I've never seen him this mad before...

I ran to my room and locked myself in. I collapsed on my bed and as soon as I did my phone buzzed. I had a text. I flipped it open and smiled. It was from Darren. At least they had gotten away.

'Hey Ay! R u ok? We saw u bein takin in- shud we b scared?:P'

'Naw, its ok. I took the blame- wats my dad goin 2 do nyways? XD'

'Ur rite- ur lucky ur dads not v. imaginative with his punishments 4 u! So, if ur not 'groundd' wanna cum to the lake 2morow? The guys r bringin drink!'

A perfect way to escape my train wreck of a life would be to get drunk. I've never gotten drunk before but I heard it was pretty fun.

'Sure, bring vodka! :D' I've always wanted to try Vodka.

'Alrite, we'll pick u up round 8.'

'K- c yall then!' I smiled, closing my phone. Thinking about Darren and the guys. Darren was pretty hot... Maybe we could...

I clamped down on that thought immediately. I felt like I was cheating on Tucker. Tucker didn't deserve me cheating on him. We are basically married. I felt sick to my stomach for even having the thought. I quietly got up from my bed and crept into the bathroom. I grabbed some sleeping pills. Take two every twelve hours. Hmmm. I popped four in my mouth, I needed fast action pills. I could feel the throbbing in my chest.

I got under my covers and closed my eyes tight. I placed my hand over the ring on my finger.

Forgive me Tuck. I didn't mean to think that... I'm sorry... I felt a tear leak out from under my shut eyelids. I felt the constriction in my chest loosen and found myself drifting off to sleep... Hopefully tonight it would be dreamless...