Heroine [Sillie]

+Druggie+

+Sadie+

I slowly open my eyes and look around for a moment to take in my surroundings. I was lying on a couch with a blanket draped over my body. I start to sit up more and scan the room for a moment. I recognize this place, it's Finn's house. Why am I still here? How did I wind up on the couch? I heard whispers from the next room and start to listen closely on the conversation between what sounded like Finn and Millie arguing. "I'm just so lonely Finn and I wanted to talk to some of your friends, but I knew you would never let me talk to the guys." "I don't want you talking to Sadie either. I don't want you talking to any of my friends at all." "Why is it such a problem for you? Are you scared that they'll tell me things about you that you don't want me to know? Big fucking deal." "Do not talk to me like that."

I continue to listen in on their conversation as I sat up straight on their sofa and fixed my hair. "Look, if you want friends, make your own. I don't want you and Sadie hanging out anymore. Trust me, it's better to just not get involved in her life." "I get that she's dangerous or whatever, but if she's so bad then why do you hang out with her?" I do agree with what Finn is saying. I've got too much going on to let just anyone in my life. I really am dangerous. "Because we get along with each, but I stay out of her business." "Finn, it's not like I'm gonna be forward with her and ask her about whatever illegal things she does. I feel like you only say that she's a bad person so I won't wanna hang out with her." I stood up and tip toed towards the kitchen where the duo was. I walk in and just stood in the threshold of the kitchen and living room, looking at the siblings who had stopped talking and stare at me.

"Good morning. How'd you sleep last night?" Millie asked me with a small smile. She wasn't wearing her pretty dress anymore, she was just in a tank top and some shorts. She still looked really nice to me. "It was good, thank you. I think I'm gonna head home now." I tell them with a genuine smile and my hands in my back pocket. Finn looks at me with a serious face. "Are you sure you wanna go home?" He asks me. I really didn't want to, but it's where most of my shit is so I have no choice. I reassure the boy with a now semi fake grin and a small nod in his direction. "I'll be fine, really." I glance over at Millie and notice she's still looking at me with that big beautiful smile of hers. I have to stop thinking like this.

"Later guys." I say before turning around and leaving out the front door. That's when I got a call from someone. My phone was vibrating in my front pocket, so I grab it and answer it as I start walking down the street. "Hello, you've reached-" "Yeah your little voicemail trick isn't gonna work on me, dipshit. Where the hell have you been all night?" My mom asked me through the phone. I roll my eyes as I check my nails to see if they're still short. "Uh, I was at a party last night and I might have slept over." I explain. "Yeah, with a guy." The woman spoke, causing me to scrunch up my face and scoff. "Why do you even want me home? When do you ever want me home?" "I don't want you home, Dacre does. Says he needs a fix, he already went through your room and couldn't find anything but some playboy magazines so hurry your ass over here and give him his stuff."

My mother hung up after she said that. I got so angry at her words, everything she said made my blood feel like lava flowing through my veins. My mom's boyfriend Dacre Montgomery is a heroin addict and I'm pretty much the only reason why he's with her because I know where to get that shit. The problem is he takes it from me without paying and that makes the guy I get it from super pissed. But I make it up to him by finding more costumers, getting him girls, and I make sure to get him a coffee every single morning like the good little secretary I am.

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I made it to the cheap house that I sometimes sleep in and the door flew open. Dacre stomps towards me with his shoulders abroad. "You got it?" He asked with annoyance clear in his voice. I roll my eyes with a sigh as I pull my hands out of my front pocket and hold up a small bag of a light brown powder. He takes it from my hands and steps a little closer to me, almost hovering over me. I just put it my hands back in my pocket and look away from him. "You comin' inside or are you running off somewhere else?" He whispers to me, his hand grabbing a bit of my hair. I wince and flip my hair out of his hand. "Oh I'm coming inside, but not for you, asshole." I snap back before walking past him and through the messy and dirty home.

My mother sat on the couch smoking a cigarette and painting her toenails as I head towards the back where my room was. I search the room for a bit and see all of my shit on the ground, most of it broken. My clothes that were once in my dresser are all across the floor. My pillows were no longer on my mattress and my mattress was tipped over and out of place. My magazines weren't hiding behind my shelf that was once filled with the only good memories from my childhood. Everything was ruined. I try to hold back my anger as I start to clean up the mess. I fold my laundry, make my bed and try to put broken things back together. I hear my mom and her boyfriend arguing over the tv and try to tune it out as my mind goes to a much happier place.

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I should write longer chapters. When I log onto here to write I always try to write at least 1000 words in every single one of my books and I feel like that's not long enough like I could probably read those in three minutes maybe less. So I think I should start writing more.

Why do you think this book is called heroine?💊