Liliths POV
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He gave me his number?
For a while I debated on wheather I should just toss the peice of scratch paper out, or if I should call the numbers written on it.
My shift is over, and now I have to embrace the walk home.
Home? Should I even still call it that?
Yet I was eager to get 'home' just so I could possibly call Chris. I actually wanted to, but thats not the problem, the problem is using the phone with or without my moms permission.
If I got her permission then I could talk as long as she let me.
If I didn't get permission then that means that i'd have to go behind her back, and risk getting caught and beaten.
I was kind of hesiant when approching the door. Not knowing who would be in there, and afraid to find out.
This time I didn't say her name. I just tip-toed to my room, before peaking around every corner (which luckily wasn't much.)
I sat on my floor bed for a moment, remembering every scene that happened earlier today. My knees began to tremble.
Why? Why does she have to be so selfish and uncaring?
I pushed that thought aside, and listened to the floor creek to the weight or someones footsteps.
"Im goin out tonight." I could smell the whiskey and sweat on her from where I was sitting.
"I should be back around 2:30 am. I got some stuff I need you to pick up before then, about 12:00 in the alley behind the old laundry matt."
"Why can't you do it?" Ive never done one of her drug deals before.. I just got her meds.
"Don't ask questions, just do it."
Couldn't argue with that, when she says do something, I do it. Or else.
"Alright.. well did you already pay?"
"No. He'll get paid after the deal." Thats not how a deal works, one person brings the stuff and the other brings the doe. Thats how it works.
"Okay No problem."
"Better not be, or you'll get it." and with that she left. The doorway, The room, and the house..I mean the trailor.
Atleast now I can have the phone all to myself, if I wanted.
What the hell, why not give him a call?
One ring..
Two rings...
Three rings....
Four ri-
"Hello?"
He answered? "Uhh.. hi."
"Who is this?"
"Lilith." Silence
"Mcrea."
"Oh, Miss waitress Haha, I was starting to think that you werent gonna call."
We talked for about an hour.
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Teen FictionWhen 16 year old Lilith Lynn Mcrea keeps having flashbacks of her past, piled onto the troubles of her present, she will find her self asking the one question that she'd always had in the back of her head; Am I just like my Mother? ...
