"Josh, you look FINE, babe!"
I reassured my best friend, from behind him as he stared at himself in the mirror for the millionth time that night. "Now GO!!!! Rosemary is sitting at home waiting on you and you're already late!"
"Okay, okay!" He said.
He darted out of the door and I laughed. I grabbed his keys from the stand by the door and leaned against the wall beside the door, holding his keys out on one finger.
"Three... two... one."
The door flew open and Josh burst in. He saw his keys in his face and jerked them off of my finger before planting the quickest kiss ever on my cheek and rushing out of the door.
"Stay safe and don't freak out or anything!" I called from the doorway as he got in his car.
I grabbed my phone and texted Rosemary or Rosie as I nicknamed her.
"Hey, Josh just left! Go easy on him? He's nervous as CRAP. haha xxx"
"lol! will do!"
"Have fun (: xxx"
*twelve years earlier*
I was asleep when I heard screaming downstairs and immediately knew daddy was home. I knew he had spirits in him again. At least that's what momma calls 'em. She says daddy goes out and gets spirits in him and then he comes home and does bad things to us. I quickly threw the covers off of me, shut and locked my door, and crawled under my bed. As soon as I got under the bed good, daddy tried opening my door. A loud bang scared me and then my door hit the floor. I flinched but kept quiet as best I could.
I watched as his heavy boots slowly walked around my room.
"Shay? Shailey? Where are you, baby? Daddy just wants to hold you! Come here."
It scared me most when he was like this. He always said that before he did bad things to me that, even at six years old, I knew a daddy should never do to his daughter.
I heard the front door slam before my dad bolted downstairs. I quickly crawled out from under my bed and rushed downstairs, praying I would make it out of the back door before my dad saw me. I did, but, he heard the back storm door shut and was immediately on my heels. I dove underneath a bush. I made it to the neighbors yard before I looked back to see that daddy had passed out in our back yard.
*seven years later*
It was my thirteenth birthday and I found myself sitting in a dark alley with a needle in my arm. I'd been doing this for three years and I knew it wasn't right, but that wasn't anything new. Nothing about my life was right and nothing about my life had ever gone right. My mom walked out on me when I was six and my dad was an abusive drunk, who praise God I hadn't seen since that night either. I realized just how terrible my life really was. I was a thirteen year old girl who lived on the streets and did whatever it took to get money for my 'fix.'
All walls came down and I just let my tears fall as I pulled the needle from my arm and dropped it on the concrete. My tears didn't fall for long because I was suddenly on a high like no other. It didn't last very long though and I soon blacked out.
*Josh's P.O.V.*
I was walking home from my girlfriends house. I didn't like her, to be honest, I hated her, but I couldn't break up with her. We had just gotten into a fight and I needed time to think and clear my head, so I decided to take the long way home. I was walking along, staring at the ground when I heard a thud. I quickly walked up to the alley on my left and looked down it. I saw a body laying on the ground and I didn't know what to do. I walked over to her and bent down.
