|Beware,there could be typos. This chapter was written on my phone so, yeah. It has not been proof read either.|
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PROBLEM XLVI : Anywhere But Here
Houston said that he needed time. It has been fourteen hours. Fourteen hours plus fourteen days since then.
Two weeks. Two fucking weeks and counting.
LakeVille High was buzzed today. It was a Friday and the was a HomeComing game next week. It was supposed to be the game of the year and was followed by the HomeComing Dance after which basically started at midnight with full permission of LakeVille School Authority.
Every other girl I knew or was friends with, was hyped about next week. Looking at this, I don't even know how it's going to be when Prom arrives. I shuddered at the thought.
The dance still has one week to go, but Grace, Sandra and Macy have been squealing about their fantasy dresses for HomeComing. Macy and Sandra had offered for me to go shopping with them for opinions for their outfits as well as get myself one but I wasn’t interested.
Bottom line : Houston hadn’d asked me.
It was rather easy to say no to Macy and Sandra. They were not as persistent as my oldest best friend, Grace Daniel Scott. Saying no to her was like resisting an angel. Not possible. I’d helped Grace pick out her outfit for the dance and then gotten home.
Home was...another story.
Justin was wasted. Liquor bottles littered the living room, I had to tip toe out of there. I bet if Houston had seen this scene, he would've whisked me out of here the very moment. I hadn't seen Houston in a while and his absence was starting to irk me now.
Two days back, I had gone to his house to see him. He wasn't home so Avery told me to wait in his bedroom. Houston didn’t come back that night to his house. Needless to say, I came back home utterly disappointed.
Suddenly everything looked like it was falling apart. My relationship with Houston...My father, Justin? Will he ever get better? I didn’t know what to expect out of him anymore. I wish I knew why he suddenly relapsed. No, I wish he never relapsed in the first place!
Watching him waste his life away was not a good feeling. Could I have done things differently?
I had called Houston several times. Left uncountable (Around 50?) Voicemails. It washed I was leaving the 51st mail, that I realized how clingy I was being. And then I stopped. There were no voicemails, no calls and absolutely no texts. It was a bland story.
The weekend came around and breezed away. Breezed away, but not so easily. Justin was a little out of hand last night after he had come home from Andy’s. Well, I think he made a pit stop at a bar. I knew because he a legit drunk, banging at the door when he had the keys in his pocket. I had not had the time to read myself. He had caught me by surprise when I had opened the door and so graciously met with a fist to my face. Needless to say,it bruised and now I was sporting ga black eye. I wonder what Houston would think of it, but then again,his need for time was hurting me more than the black eye I was sporting.
