Miles In Their Shoes.

8

She walked slowly to me. A lot hadn't heard me shouting like a lunatic, but some had  and they were watching us.
When she reached me, she smiled a lethal smile and said with gritted teeth. " go die kiddo"
She threw the alcohol in my face and I hissed as it stung my eyes badly
I wiped my face on my sleeve and walked to my room as the volume on the stereo was increased again. What else could I do?

No, I don't know who my father is.
Yes, my mom gave birth early and luckily gained her petite figure back.
Her wealthy parents supplied her money when she gave birth to me but she burned it all on wild partying and drinking so they washed their hands off her. She got a sugar daddy and tadaaa, brand new mansion. Hooray.

I hadn't gotten too far when a hand closed around my wrist. It was a man. He said some things in a strange accent. I couldn't really hear.  I just screamed and ran.
Never had I wrenched my hand this fast from something. Never had I run so fast. The track team president would be so jealous.

I reached my room and entered quickly, pushed a heavy chair to the door, heart pounding. I listened. No one was following me.

I sat on the bed, with my hands to my chest and tried to regulate my breathing and calm my raging heart. I shook my head. This wasn't the first time something like this had happened.

That woman kept bringing criminals to the house!
I fished my phone out and texted Emery, asking whether she was okay. She sent a thumbs up emoji.

She probably wasn't and she didn't want to bother me with the details cause she felt like I had more problems than her. Oh Em.
She asked me the same question and I hesitated before sending her a thumbs up too..

Friends that lie to each other stay together

Or was that not the saying?

Oh look, homework.