So Close But So Far

just have a drink and you'll feel better

Maya's P.O.V.

I pushed past the group of boys stood at the front door of Tiffany's house. Saying excuse me was pointless, trust me.

My eyes roamed around for Ayanna, I wanted to find her and get home, quick. I was on the verge of sleeping when I got a call from her drunk ass telling me to pick her up. She was lucky as fuck to have me, anyone else would be sick of her annoying ass by now. I mean, my parents were.

I spotted her boyfriend sat on the sofa with a girl on his lap. She most definitely was not Ayanna. I could feel my face getting warmer as I walked towards him. What the fuck was he doing?

"What the fuck?" I said, my arms flying in the air. Yeah I'm dramatic, so fucking what.

"What?" said Leo, looking up at me. Was he fucking serious?

"Who the hell is she?" I snapped. I knew he was trouble from the day Ayanna introduced him to me. She always had back luck when it came to boys, like me.

I eyed the girl sat on his lap. She had her arms around his neck and was looking at me with a scowl on her face. Bitch. Her hair was red and her eyes brown. Her skinny lips were overlined with red lipstick and I was getting angrier by the second.

"Chill out, Ayanna knows," he laughed, looking behind me.

"It's an open relationship, Maya," I heard Ayanna say from behind me. I turned to look at her. "It's okay if he fucks Stephanie."

I honestly felt like laughing. She was crazy, fucking crazy. Open relationship my ass, she wasn't thinking straight. But me, I honestly couldn't care less. Her life, her decisions.

"Let's go," I told her. We both walked towards the front door where the group of boys no longer were. It was midnight now so everybody was leaving or sleeping on the sofas and some even sleeping in the garden.

"Why is Jack sleeping in the garden," laughed Ayanna from beside me. Her light brown hair was a complete mess and her pink lipstick had smudged everywhere. She stank of sweat and alcohol, I couldn't believe I was letting her sit inside my car.

She was still laughing as we got to my car. I was so ready to go to bed.

"Shush," I hissed. She was even more annoying when she was drunk.

"You're so moody," she hiccuped. "Moody Maya," she cackled. That wasn't even funny, the fuck?

I was pretty scared once we got to our house. My so called mum, Lizzie, was going to be pissed for sure. Not at me, at Ayanna. She hated it when she would go to parties and hated it even more when she would come home at midnight, drunk. I remembered how angry she would get at me. I would come home late every night drunk as fuck, waking up everyone in the house and Lizzie would scream at me and hit me. She wasn't my real mother and David wasn't my real father. Me and Ayanna were adopted when I was five and Ayanna was only three. She was my real sister, the only family I had.

I suppose it was my fault for always coming home late but she would scream at me and beat me for other reasons as well. David would just watch, he didn't know what to do. Lizzie would probably beat him too. It wasn't always like this, although ever since we were adopted we never completely felt safe at our house. It was our house, not our home. I was yet to find my home.

She would always scream at me but only when I hit the age of eleven would she start beating me, leaving bruises for things like not doing my bed in the morning. Or taking too long in the bathroom. But she gave me a roof over my head and she would always remind me of the things she's done for me, like given me a room and food to eat which was what made it so hard for me to hate her.