Paris's POV
I managed to drive myself back to Neverland. I don't know how. My head was spinning. I don't know why I got cross faded today. I usually don't let this loose while Daddy's in town. I was praying to God that Daddy wouldn't be downstairs. I took off my shoes before getting out of the car, not wanting to bring attention to myself once I get inside. "Paris?" I heard. A dark shadow in front of me stood their with its arms crossed. As I got closer I realized it was Daddy. Fuck.
Michael's POV
Paris got out of her car barefoot, stumbling and cursing under her breath. "Paris?" I called out. She inched closer and stopped dead in her tracks. Her big blue eyes widened as her mouth dropped. I inched closer this time, fuming. I noticed her hair was disheveled and wearing the tiniest shorts I've ever seen in my life. I didn't even know she owned these. All her tattoos displayed in their glory.
Right then and there, the stench of alcohol and weed filled the space between us. "Paris... a-a-are you high?" I questioned angrily. "Are you drunk too?" I asked. She looked at me like a deer caught in headlights. Her eyes drooping and fused with the color red. What the fuck has she been doing?!?!?! "Get your ass inside!" I screamed at the top of my lungs. Not caring about swearing anymore or about the company we have inside. She marched inside quickly, as I followed behind her.
To be continued
*Sorry I know it's a short chapter. Next one will be better.
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