Unloved [DISCONTINUED]

Chapter Eight

As I walked home, all I could think about was Mr.Davis. I actually started becoming less attracted to him. I started looking at him as an actual father figure. Although he was quite the looker, he filled that father's void in my heart. I felt like I could talk to him about anything. He was nothing like my actual father.

My "dad" was slender; he had hairy arms and hair on each side of his head except the middle. He looked like a clown,but the way he acted towards me was anything but a joke.

Just then,I got a text on my phone. 

Hey. If u  didn't wanna talk 2 me,you coulda just said it. u  didn't hav 2 stan me up. I won't bother u  anymore.

From: Chris

To: Sarah

Chris!  I had completely forgotten that I was supposed to meet him.

No Chris! That's not the case. I had some minor complications on my way 2 meet u. Like Megan n  Carla.  Mr. Davis came and went all therapist on me. Lol.  Plz, txt me bck wen u get this!

From: Sarah

To:  Chris

I finally had made it to my block. It had started raining and it got  windy and chilly. As I walked,  I noticed that Emily's window was open. She probably had a boy over. That slut.

I went in through the front door and saw Willy, my poor excuse for a father, passed out on the couch with beer bottles everywhere. Rick was in the kitchen shooting up,and Emily was most likely just being Emily.

I went in the kitchen to get something to eat since I didn't eat lunch at school. I grabbed a box of my favorite cereal,Lucky Charms,  and some milk.

Fucking surprise. -.- Rick had a bowl full of milk and had poured it down the drain. The milk jug was less than a quarter full. I made due with it. I added some cold water from the fridge and mixed it in.

"How was your day?", he asked. "Since when do you care?" "Are you like friends with Megan and Carla? " "Haha,  they make my life a living fucking hell at school. They tried to pound my face in. Yea, we're fucking besties!", I yelled. "Shut up before you wake the old douche up.", he said lowering his voice. "Where are you going with this conversation?  What do you want,Rick?", I asked confused and frustrated. "Megan is like the hottest girl at our school. Can you put in a few good words for me?"

Is he fucking kidding me? Especially after yesterday!  I think he's been shooting up too much lately.

"I don't talk to them, OK?", I explained walking away. "B-but you just told me that you guys were besties? " "That was sarcasm ,idiot!", I yelled. "Agh,  I don't know why I even asked. You wouldn't know any hot girls. They probably run away from you.", Rick sneered, sticking the needle in his arm. "Whatever.", I said walking away.

I went into my room and attempted to turn on the light. "Looks like dad didn't pay the light bill." , I thought to myself. That meant no television,  computer,or heat. I started thinking about a  shitload of stuff.

Chris hadn't texted me back. Megan and Carla were going to kill me. My dad doesn't give a rat's ass about any of us, especially not me. My mom abandoned me. Wow, when you're alone in a dark room, you tend to think of how much your life sucks ass.

School's  gonna be back in soon as most of you know(SAD FACE ), so I might not update as regularly. Every three weeks sounds OK?