Honey - Justin Bieber

Flashback - Chapter 9

Chapter 9

Sky's P.O.V

*flashback*

After school I have to walk past these creepy houses everyday. But my house is also pretty damaged though.

I'm going out with my friend soon, we usually have a bet to see who can get drunk first, I'm proud to say it's always me.

I'm going to wear a strapless short black dress, it's extremely tight, and big red velvet heels with the dress.

I'm going to straighten my already straight hair, and apply a fuck load of makeup.

Finally, I'm home, it's a white wooden house with the paint peeling off the wood, the door is bashed from all the times my dad came home drunk and was locked out of the house because he started attacking my mum, the known crack is still there at my bedroom window too.

Inside my mum is sitting on the worn out coach watching TV.

"Hi Mum"

"Hey. You're dad's out."

"Good. But watch out mum he's probably visiting that slut again."

She keeps her focus on the TV.

"Oh no wait. He'll stop by at his drug dealer's house first. Then visit the slut. Then come home to fuck you up."

She snaps her head back to give me a death stare, childish.

"I'm going out soon with Emily."

"Hah. Sky you're saying I'll get fucked up."

"Shut up you whore."

I lock the door to my room, ignoring the rude comments from my mum. It brings a smile to my face knowing I made her crack.

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Finally I'm ready to get out of this hell hole.

"I'm going now mum see you later."

"Wow, someone is looking good, you're wearing the shoes I gave you, thank you for finally wearing them! And please try to come round before midnight so you don't wake us up again."

"I'll try."

As I walk out of the house I see Emily walking down the sidewalk to my direction.

She's wearing a black crop top and a bright short aztec skirt, and black heels. She looks hot, she's wearing less makeup then me, and her black hair is slightly curled perfectly.

"You look slutty babe."

"Thanks Emily, you look great too."

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Along the dodgy street is a club, we go here every Friday.

It's not too small, there's a bar, a dance floor, and a DJ.

First thing we do is take 5 shots each, then head to the dance floor.

A warm stinging sensation is flowing down my throat. I already feel the alcohol kicking in.

Emily and I are dancing, she's grinding on some buff guy while I'm dancing with two men. My vision is ridiculous, my heart is thumping I can almost hear it over the deafening music, and my mind is urging me to do something I'll regret later.

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"Emily I'm leaving it's 12:00"

"Fine bitch leave, love ya." Her words are slipping out of her mouth, I laugh pathetically at the poor sight of my drunken friend.

"Who are you going home with Emily?"

Even though I'm drunk I'm still concerned.

"With that man." She points to the guy she was grinding on earlier.

"Ok I'm walking. See you tomorrow."

Whoever knew that this wonderful night, changed right before my drunken eye.

Thought I'd describe the night Sky got taken in more detail.