The Secret Rebel (Rough Draft)

Chapter 30

Sitting in front the fireplace I sighed, a numbness drilling into my head as a bottle of rum warms up beside me.

Do de de doo do de do

Glancing to my side, I looked up at my phone, incoming call from DAD. Sighing I picked it up.

"Hello?"

"Mhm.. mm May, it's Mummi," oh god... I ran rough hand over my face. "I just wanted to say Merry Christmas and that I hope the pheunia gets over quickly. Your grandmother wants to talk to you."

"My baby!" I listened as the old voice croaked,

"Hi grandma,"

"What is the matter? I'm told you have a bad cold? You know I've been wanting to see you for so long... are really that sick?" Her voice screams demand and caution.

The tears that had been building all morning, finally fell. Loudly sniffing, I choked back a heavy breath through my lips.

"Yea, grandma, I'm just very sick, and... tired." I bite through my words, it was simply to much to handle. My family has ditched me to go see my grandma. They didn't even bother to ask me if would've even like to come.

"Oh well this is just no good, I'll have to come out there and visit you sometime. Yes. That sounds good." She affirmed herself. "Hey! Wait I'm mmmm not done yet you woman!" I listened as the phone was pulled away from the stern woman.

"As if" moms words rung throughout the phone as it went silent.

BLEH BLEH BLEH

The dial up tone makes the phone weigh 50 lbs too many. Dropping the phone, I let the warmth from the fire place take over, as it singed away my tears. I hate this, I hate it so much. And yet I can't do anything because my life is so nice.

"Mweh you have famous parents it must be so nice... my ass."

Clink twisting the bottle cap off, I started to chug. Light alcohol poisoning for the win? Feeling my stomach protest I ripped the bottle away, its contents making a new home on the floor. Slowly twisting my head, I stared at the bottle. The bottle is blurry and my face burns from the tears, what if I... I couldn't, but I could. Crawling over I stared at the bottle, my fingers lightly tracing it. Laughter buttles through my tears and i can't help but think, "wow am I really that pathetic?... yes." Grabbing the bottle I smashed it on the coffee table, my arm lightly slipping causing me to fall on the floor.

"Fuck!" I screamed as I face planted the ground, little chips of glass embedding themselves Into the side of my arm.

*fding fding fding*

Lifting my head up, I glowered through my hair.

"Who the fuck.. is that?!" Swaying to the side I lifted my self up, not really caring what I look like. Stomping over to the door I swung it open.

"What do you-" I stared at the platinum blonde died hair.

"Merry christmas, I know i didn't need to get you anything but... i thought you might like some flowers." Neons words cut through the bitter morning. Taking a moment he stared me up and down, then frowned. "May what the hell did you do to yourself... come on." Walking into the house he put the flowers on a side table.

Then gently he pushed me by the waist up into the lit bathroom. I must've forgotten to turn the light off, I hope I flushed. My face dimmed as I was suddenly lifted onto the sink.

"Red you're bleeding..."

"Way to state the obvious genius, shouldn't you be at home or something? It is sort of christmas-" he cut me off as he started to pick away at the glass. My body numb to the pain.