"Prom?"

The Song

The minute I get home I throw my backpack on the ground and sit at my desk and come up with lyrics.

RunchRandaIsMyDad: Don't text me. I'm writing lyrics.

MacAndCheeseFeet: OKay.

"High all the time to keep you off my mind, staying in my play pretend where the fun ain't got no end. Can't go home alone again, need someone to numb the pain." I write on my notebook. Minutes pass and I still can't figure out what to write next.

RunchRandaIsMyDad: ughdisheihgrepiugh 

*read* 

RunchRandaIsMyDad: You're the freaking worst. 

"You're gone and I gotta stay high all the time to keep you off my mind " 

I soon finish the song with my heart feeling like shit. Truth was... just last year I met Vernon. Not in the way I wanted to. 

*flashback*

"Give me the money!" My dad screams at me. "I don't have it." I tell him calm. "Worthless bitch!" He runs his hand across my face the speed of lightning. I don't wince. This wasn't the worst he's done to me. "What did you do with the money?!" He yells even louder. I hear a nearby diner's door chime open followed with laughter. I glance at the door to see who walked out. "Look at me when I'm talking to you!" He yells even louder. "Probably spent the money on worthless shit." He mumbles. He lets go of me and drunkingly drags his feet behind him as he goes to take a sip of his beer. I hear someone say something in Korean and the diner door chimes ring again. "You know what happens when brats like you don't get the job done, right?" He asks me and raises the empty beer glass above his head. "Dad, please don't. I don't know where the money is, I don't have it!" I cry out "Liar!" He's about to throw the bottle at me. I don't cover myself with my arms or anything, I simply let it happen. I don't care what happens to me anymore. If I die, I die. "Hey!" A man yells in a sort of deep voice. "I have the money!" He says and hops down the back stairs of the diner and walks towards the back alley where we were. "How much?" He asks while pulling out his black wallet in his back pocket. "$600" My dad grins. Liar. It was $25. The man who looked a couple years older than me pulls out six one hundred dollar bills and hands it to my dad. My dad takes the money and shoves it in his jacket and walks away. The man walks towards me and I continue to stand. "Are you okay?" He asks in a soft, comforting voice. I nod my head and purse my lips together. "I'm gonna do something to make sure that never happens again, okay?" He looks at me and I continue to nod my head. He pulls out his phone and dials 911. "Gusses Diner, back alley I got mugged." This guy... "Black coat, dirty hair, stubble around his face and a beer glass in hand. I think he's a mafia." I mentally facepalm when I hear him say that. My dad wasn't a mafia. He was just a drunk. He hangs up the phone and gives me a smile. 

*end of flashback*

I couldn't get my mind off of him since that day. Some girls say that Vernon saved their life but he literally saved mine and got my dad arrested. Why he helped me I have no idea, but I'm glad he did.