Aubrey Tessel's life story would be an article about the long term effects drugs have on a kid's future. Just when she thinks she's grasped onto hope of being content, it slips from her fingers. As she finally gets fed up of her constant cycle of de...
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The only thing I liked about Sebastian Moretti was that he gave me the chance to meet Marley, the most talkative and cutest thing in the world. Although I had a raging headache, I didn't even mind listening to her adorable voice.
"Do you think I could show you my painting one day? I like your towel; did you go swimming? I'm a good swimmer. Would you like to swim with me? It would be just exaggerate if we could!"
I chuckled a little as she runs out of breath, before she starts back up, but before we could get too into the conversation again, we'd pulled up at the house.
They say your home is a reflection of you as a person; and as we pull up closer to Sebastian's house, I can see that it's true. I lived in a rusty house that was falling apart, and Sebastian just so happened to live in a modern house, it was small, just like something else of his, it was boring and left nothing to the imagination. Pretty spot on if I say so myself.
By the time I'd unbuckled my seat belt, Marley's was off and she ran to the door. Sebastian looked at me, and then to the towel against my head, which had slowly stopped bleeding as much. He got out and grabbed Marley's bag from the backseat and I trudged towards the door, following behind him.
"Is Archie in there?" She looked up at Sebastian with excited eyes and he just unlocked the door, opening it. As he does, the most fluffiest giant dog came hurling towards us, stopping to greet Marley. He walked toward me as I stepped in the door and I crouched down, patting it, it's white fur soft against my fingers.
"Go clean your blood up, I don't want my dog getting Hepatitis." Sebastian accused, turning on the TV for Marley before he walked towards me. I just ignored his insult, realising I still had bits of dried up blood on my hands that wouldn't wipe off with the towel.
"Where's the bathroom?" I questioned as I feel Sebastian's gaze on me. I stood up straighter and did anything but look into his eyes, knowing he would want to ask questions. I've been through it all before with Izzy and Jack. How did it happen? Who did it? Why don't you tell someone? Do you need therapy? That's not right. She shouldn't do that.
I knew she shouldn't do shit like this but there's nothing I can do about it, that's the whole reason I get upset. It's out of my control. Even when I am 18, it's out of my control, the most I can do then is take her to a rehabilitation center, and that won't help. She's been in and out of psych wards since I was a baby, there was little more I could do to help her.
He showed me to the bathroom, and the moment I walked in, I shut the door, not really caring that it would probably slam right in his pretty face. Sebastian just stopped the door from shutting and waltzed right in without a care in the world.
"It's clearly occup-"
He walked passed me, crouching to grab the first aid kit out of the cupboard below the basin, before he stood up and shot a demand at me, "sit on the bench."
