Dymond in the Dirt

Who?

My phone vibrated next to me waking me up out of my beauty sleep. It was a text message Ariana. I opened it and read something I didn't want to . . .

From Ariana :

Do u & Carter have something going on?

I couldn't play like I didn't read it because I had my read receipt on, so knows I read it. I just wasn't gonna reply. Some nerve of her waking me up at 8:00am on a Saturday morning. . .

I had nothing to do today. I had dropped all my old habits along with my old friends. I know my Dad was probably downstairs cooking HISSELF breakfast and reading the paper.

I stretched that one good time & got up, I used the bathroom and headed to the kitchen. Like I knew my Dad was in the kitchen I could smell the bacon but when I got in the living room he was seated on the couch.

"Dad you gonna burn the BACON!" I panicked and ran to the kitchen . . . There was a lady cooking. The Bacon. My Bacon.

"Oh good morning" she said smiling

"Who are you?" I asked

"Oh I'm-"

"She's my girlfriend" my Dad said from behind me.

"Since when? what happed to Tasha?" I said purposely

"This Sydney. Sydney my daughter Poet" he said

"Hi, your Dad told me ALL about you" she said putting out her hand for me to shake.

"Your gonna burn the bacon!" I said grabbing the spatula from her, trying to save the bacon. I loved bacon I put that sh*t on everything!

"Poet don't be rude there's a lot of bacon she'll cook more" My Dad said

"Yeah I will ! go sit I'll make your plates" she said

My Dad grabbed me out of the kitchen and pulled me to the dinning area. "Give her a chance Poet!"

"I am what you mean?"

"No you're not! I know you're mad or probably surprised because I didn't tell you anything about her & I'm sorry but I like her"

"I liked Tasha! You can't keep bring all these women in and out my life!" I said

"It shouldn't matter to you! the amount of guys you bring in and out-" he stopped himself but I already knew what he was gonna say. I stormed off to my room and locked the door behind me.

I know it was the truth and I've told myself it was true, I've never denied it but it kinda stings when it comes out of your Dads mouth. I started crying and I got that feeling again, I needed to release so went in my bathroom and got my black makeup pouch from the mirror. I pushed all the mascara and blush and lipsticks aside so I could to my stress reliever that was wrapped in a white cloth . . . My blade.

& I cut . . .

After I cut I felt better but at the same time I felt bad for giving in. I wrapped my arm up and went back to sleep.

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BAM! BAM!

I jumped up out of my sleep .

"POET YOU OKAY IN THERE?" my Dad said banging on my door.

He found me one time cutting one time, he was probably worried.