Letting Go

CHAPTER 1.

Each moment passing causes more sweat to trickle down my forehead, off my eyelashes and down to the floor. I blink rapidly trying to get a control of my adrenaline and fast paced heart beat as i push people out of my way to get out of this club.

I knew I shouldn't have taken another ecstasy. My teeth start grinding and my troubles fade away.

I no longer picture smashing my step dad's face in the ground for beating my mom.

I finally make it to my car... yea it ain't much but at least I ain't walking back to my house.

After what seemed ages I finally open the door and walk in, careful not to wake my mom. I know for sure that she was going to kick my ass. Imagine me a 15 year old going home as high as cloud 9.

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Mr. Slone this is the seventh time you're sleeping the lesson through. Get up and go to the principals office, in fact just get out of my class.

I'm taken out of my flashback of a dream by this annoying ass teacher. "Gladly" I say to Mrs. Zacker as I leave her class. I mean I'm already annoyed from shit I don't want to remember and now I have to deal with her moaning.

I completely forget that I should be in the office as I lay under a tree with my earphones plugged in. I watch as students exit their classes for break. I watch as my brother looks for his friends. I on the other hand couldn't give two flying shits about anyone.

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"So Tyler are you coming to Jason's party later?". I roll my eyes at Stacy before replying flatly in the most monotone voice ever used" I don't know, and even if I did know I wouldn't tell you". I turn to her friends before I leave and wink at them "bye ladies "

My back may have been facing them but I totally heard their shrieks and I can't help but smirk at these hormonal, thirsty teenage girls.

It's like a cycle at this point. I go to school from Monday to Friday, unless I skip, and Jason always throws a party on a Friday into the weekend and I always somehow end up with a different toy at his escape the world solution.

But nonetheless I go anyway, i mean is there even a better way of drowning out your sorrows than a party and distractions?

I walk through the front door with a massive headache and alcohol surging through my veins. As I reach the stairway I hear my step dad shouting again. "Oh no not this crap again" I think to myself. Before I can collect my actions I'm upstairs checking on my sister.

"Lexy. You okay?" I knock on the door and walk in after several knocks with no response. I know I'm plastered but I will protect this little girl no matter what and I'll be damned if she's in here crying over that loser. And true to my thoughts she's crouching on the floor infront of her bed, knees against her chest and sobbing almost as if she's having a fit.

"You smell like whiskey" she pulls her face away from me.

"I'm sorry" I say to her as I put my arm around her and bring her closer to me .

If I could have it my way I would save her, save from all this pain, all this hurt, all this toxicity.

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My eyes flutter open and I smash my alarm clock.

It's only 12:00 and I'm afraid it's going to be a boring Saturday.

I brush my teeth and run water through my hair trying to get my curls tamed ....you know what screw it I'll just leave it as a mess today no one to impress anyway.

Lexy and my younger brother Harry are in this heated argument over the dishes.

"Tyler tell lexy its her turn to do the dishes I did them last night" my brother looks at me with all emotion pouring into my soul.

"piss off !" I tell him.

"Lexy just sort this shit out please" I look to her and with a nod she complies and continues to clean while I decide to get an aspirin from the gas station because I woke up with a damn nerve shattering headache.

I take the corner and decide to play some music to drown out thoughts and emotions. I finally settle on Evanescene and I round the corner which feels like miles down the road but in reality is only four doors away.

I take the bend with blurry vision and walk past the new family moving in. In that moment I took notice of a girl my age. She was odd yet hot.  She wore a red coat, which was definitely odd to me because it's spring here in lakes. So what weather is she fighting off exactly?

I laugh at the sight as I walk past them.

"Young man, could you help us move that couch and then you can be on your way" a man with a silver beard and grey highlights in his black hair asks me.

I debate with myself internally before my curiosity gets the best of me. Before I can comprehend what's actually going on I'm holding the couch and walking into the doorway. I cross the threshold and make my way to the living room .

This house is huge. No one would ever say that if they stood on the outside.

"Thanks for helping Richard" says an oldish lady, who I assume is the wife of the grey man who is staring me down with a big grin plasttered across his face.

"Yes thank you, the earth doesn't allow men like you to pop up anymore" Richard says to me as I walk out the door with even sayings something as much as a goodbye.

I should have been a tad bit nicer but damn they were annoying me and I already have a headache and a complete unwelcomed hangover, I didn't need anymore time with them.
Scratching my skin with thier prim and properness.