Sweet Nothing • (book one) jb

fourteen

"I love you, Lexi..."

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Teenage girls screams filled my ears at a piercing level. Even though I was backstage their screams were loud enough to hear through these thick walls. It aggravated the hell out of me and made my head feel like there was a thunder storm happening in it. I just wanted to walk out and never come back.

I couldn't handle all these teenage girls screaming because of Justin Bieber. None of them knew the horrible monster he truly was. It annoyed me that millions of people obsessed over someone like him.

Justin hadn't even started to perform yet, but his opening act Cody Simpson was on stage right now. I was thankful that I didn't need to hear his voice just yet. It's not that I hate his voice though. I actually used to love it when we were together.

*flashback* *13 years old*

The stench of pure vinegar traveled into my nose causing me to cover it. I had just arrived back from a study date with my friend Justin. I called it a date because I really did like him, but I wasn't really sure that he liked me back. After all who would love a drug addicts daughter?

He knew about my father's addiction and that's what kept us close, however, that didn't mean he would ever like someone like me.

Snapping back to reality, I walked up the stairs following the smell of the vingear. I was confused on why the whole house smelt like it. I was just investigating.

Walking further down the hallway, I scrunched my nose up as the stench grew stronger. I walked maybe a few more feet when I stopped right in front of my parents bedroom. The smell had only gotten stronger when I stopped.

It was then that I realized the smell was coming from inside their room. I furrowed my eyebrows together and gently placed my hand on the door knob slowly turning it. My heart rate started to pick up speed because I was scared of what I might see.

I finally got the door open and the smell wafted to my nose, causing my hand to jolt up and cover it as an instant reflex. I looked around the darkened room and my eyes became wide and watery as they landed on my father's figure sprawled out across the floor.

I saw the bottle of vinegar spilling from the dresser along side a spoon and lighter. It was then that the tears started to flow down and I realized he was doing drugs. Crack.

I didn't know what to do. The tears started to fall at a rapid pace down my face as I inched closer to my father. I kneeled down with the tears still blocking my vision. God, please don't let him be dead. He was just laying there, a lifeless form and it broke my heart. I wanted to bend down and hug him, but at the same time I just wanted to slap him. What did he think he was doing?

"Lexi?" I heard from behind me.

I didn't bother to look up when two arms wrapped around my body. I already knew who it was. He always came to my rescue. I wrapped my arms around his body and nuzzled my face into his chest letting the tears spill.

"We have to call the police!" He said and I nodded my head into his chest.

He lifted me up in a bridal fashion and walked with me into the living room. Never leaving my side, he picked up the phone and dialed the police. It felt like an eternity until they finally showed up.

Red and blue lights filled the street and sirens pierced through my ears. I was still wrapped in his arms as he walked me out of the house. I just wanted to get away and that's what he was doing. He never asked me questions about anything and I loved that. He was always there to comfort me in the times of need.