~Not an average love story~

•Chapter 23•

I walked into the living room of my apartments the strong whiff of alcohol hit me like a bomb.
"Hey kiddo *hic*"Henry said
"Shut up dad your drunk"
I rolled my eyes and locked myself in my bedroom as I threw my prosthetic to the floor.
I looked in the mirror.
"Why did I eat that breakfast"
I opened my door and walked to the bathroom I leaned my head towards the toilet as I put my two fingers in the back of my throat.
I gagged.
Just a little more
"BLEGH" I threw up everything I had that morning.
"Atleast I'll be a slight bit skinnier like those models for..."
"Nobody.."
I flushed the toilet and swilled my mouth out at the sink.
I walked back to my bedroom and locked my door,as I opened my draw I heard static on my walkie talkie.
"Hi?"
"Hey sal.."
"What?"
"I'm sorry"
"Sure"
"I mean it! I..was just scared."
"Scared of what Larry Todd's gay so it wouldn't matter plus I doubt he would tell Ashely!"
Then back to static.
I'll talk to him tomorrow.
I sighed as I opened my draw and grabbed a sleek bit of glass.
I pulled up my sleeves of my jumper.
"Haven't done this in a while" I muttered to myself.
One.
Two.
Three.
That's enough cuts for today.
I placed it back in the draw and smiled at the small beads of crimson blood starting to dribble down my wrist.
I lay down.
And played a song called
Verzache 'Needs'
"Enjoy yourself enjoy yourself" I sang quietly.
Knock knock
"Come in"
"YOU UGLY MISTAKE! HOW DARE YOUU INVITE FRIENDS ROUND' without MY PERMISSION!"
I earned a sharp slap to my cheek.
"I DIDNT INVITE ANYBODY YOU DRUNKEN ASSHOLE!"
Slam.
I got up consciously and felt my dad wrap his hands around my neck and get a nice firm grip on my neck.
I kicked my legs about worriedly I was about to pass out and he let me go.
"DONT DO THAT EVER AGAIN!"
He kicked me in the stomach.
Larry slowly walked to me.
and I sob more.