ROSES ✔️

Drugs

I'm really sorry for not updating. I was considering if I need to On Hold this story or not. There are some things that are going on with my life particularly school. The teachers piled up assignments and acts and poems and everything! I hope that you still support this story!😄😄😄

Elliot already was ushered out by me as the people outside we're already riding their cars to go home. Some were staggering and some need help to walk although I didn't mind it but instead focus myself on this matter.

I arrive exactly the minute my father's thunderous step came rushing to my ears. I was confused for a moment and can feel an ominous feeling in my father, his usual laid back self was gone and was replaced by the stiff and tensioned body. It was not the same when he was displeasured at me, but he was angry.

So angry that he almost wanted to choke me.

Shouts we're heard as soon as my father tried to lift me by my collar. Richard and Uncle Robert came at the right time, each holding both hands of my father.

I was gaping at him. My mind was not functioning and I just stood there motionless. I can't believe he snapped off me. What could be the reason?

"Let me go! You! How dare you take this filthy things inside our house and even in our uncle's house?! How dare you do this? Did you do this in front of your sister huh?!"

He tone was furious and his face was contorted with anger. He threw a packet of drugs at me and some foil filled with marijuana. It scattered along the floor and I could hear my mother gasps along with my brothers giving me a disappointed look. I couldn't look at them because they wouldn't understand the things I am facing.

They didn't know that this outrageous act I've been doing was the only thing that makes me feel better. Make me feel different things and also the thing that becomes a pillar or support when I was in my roughest days.

They wouldn't understand so I just look sideways, my eyes catching my mother's disbelief look and hurt. Yes, my mother, who has an addict brother who died of overdose. This was the reason my father and probably my family disapprove of drugs. I do understand but what can I do?

The second I'm out of it reality rushed in and slap me in the face.

"Maybe,m-maybe it wasn't her. Yes maybe it was-"

"It's mine"

My mother collapsed and I almost move my feet but willed myself. It was for the best and the only thing I could do was to look at her. Her eyes mirroring the dissapointed and hurt expression in her face. I look down, ashamed of myself.

My mother is the only person that makes me sane for my whole life and to see her like this. It was heartbreaking. It was like a knife slice through my heart and water clogged my throat, making me drown and no one was lending a hand.

Slap!

My face burned and I can't help let a hiss, blood poured into my mouth when my father slap me. It was because I bite my lips from sobbing out. My father heaved and drag a long, harsh breath as he close his eyes.

"I have decided"

My eyes follow him as I wait for my verdict. I know I've done it, I've snapped his last remaining patience. I'll take it all if it'll make them better.

I would rather be hurt than them.

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