My Perfect Imperfection

Chapter 4

A/N Ello Readers!

Cassie POV

I hope that BVB answers Avery. Really bad. Avery hung out with me for an hour or so and then she left to go sneak back into her house. Once she left I looked at my desk. God damn she wasted it. Thank god she didn't find my bag of coke though. I heard my 'parents' unlocking the door. I got up and locked my door and laid back down on my bed. I looked outside at the moon, I wish I was free. Free of my past and free of these so called 'parents', I wish I knew my actual parents or at least a part of my family. Maybe they're movie stars, and when my mother was about to have me, she decided that he career wouldn't be stable for a baby, so she dropped me off at the adoption agency. Maybe they're in music, and on a tour bus passing through when they had me, and knowing that the crazy rockstar life wouldn't be suitable for a child they took me some place where I could have a nice family. Then again, maybe they are selfish people that shouldn't have brought a child in the world. I don't want to know them, they are probably snorting shit, but I don't have much room to talk though considering what I was doing earlier and what I wanted to now.

I heard my 'parents' yelling and cussing at each other, my 'mom' sounded sober for once. A door slammed and I watched my dad get in the car and speed away. My eyes brows knitted in confusion, what the fuck happened? Only one way to find out. I unlocked my door and quietly went downstairs.

Cocaine makes you brave.

I went I to the kitchen where I could hear my 'mom' slamming shit around.

"Hey." I said quietly, she jumped around to look at me and put a hand on her chest where he heart should be.

"Cassie! You scared the shit out of me!" She said and I stepped away, afraid she would hit me.

"Sorry." I said quietly.

"Are you okay?" She asked me nicely. What the fuck is she on?

"You're being nice. What's the occasion?" I wasn't as afraid of my 'mom' as I was of my 'dad'.

"Nothing." She shrugged and I sat down at the table.

"Want some?" She asked as she poured a glass of Jack Daniels into a glass.

"Uhh.. Sure." Why not get drunk since I'm high!

"Where did 'dad' run off too?" I asked, accidentally putting emphasis on the sarcasm of dad.

"A whores house probably." She said and handed me a almost full glass of whiskey.

"You're being nice. I don't know if I should trust it or not." I said and took a swig. Bad idea. The alcohol burned my throat and I could feel it all the way down to my stomach.

"I'm sorry we are so bad honey." She said sympathetically.

"Then stop drinking. Stop hitting me." I growled.

"Honey. I'm trying." She said, I could see a tear in her eye.

"Not hard enough." I snarled and stood up, bringing my glass with me.

"Cassie. Sit. Down." There's the 'mom' I know!

I followed orders and sat down, sighing as I did so.

Avery's POV

After sneaking back into my house, I went and took a hot, relaxing shower. I scrubber my head making sure each trams if hair was 'squeaky clean'. I hopped out, making a giant puddle on the linoleum tile that I cleaned up with an extra towel. I slipped into my pajamas, threw my hair into a bun, and applied my face moisturizer. (http://www.polyvore.com/untitled/set?id=65237128) I laid on my bed going into deep thought. Mainly about BVB ever replying. I was getting really anxious. I went over to my MacBook and updated my inbox, 3 new messages. I got a little excited. I read the subject and they were all from people trying to get me to buy shit. I was disappointed. Hell, they probably never will even reply. I didn't know what the point even was if emailing them in the first place knowing this. I gave up. I was getting really hungry so I went all ninja down the stairs, into our spacious, clean kitchen. I went to the fridge and grabbed the first thing I saw, a green apple jello. I also grabbed a spoon and went back upstairs. I opened it, playing with it at first. I scooped some onto my spoon and jiggled it for a while. I jiggled te first one too hard that it fell off of my spoon onto my leg. It was fucking freezing too.

When I was finished messing with the interesting glob if green, I checked Twitter. I tweeted Drake Christopher yesterday. I said,

@drakestopher is simply perfect (:

I logged on and found out that he had replied. I fangirled for a while.

@LaWlLullaby D'aaaw! But your more perfect-er <3

Was his reply. I commented,

@drakestopher Nope nope, lies! Nothin is more perfect than you! Impossible..;)

I was shocked and also really happy that he had replied.

Cassie's POV

"Devon called." My 'mother' said.

"What did he say?" I asked leaning closer.

"He's coming home. Next week." My brother was coming home from Iraq.

"That's why you're not drinking!" I said and leaned back in the chair, my adoptive brother didn't know about how they treated me. They were nice when he was growing up.

"Cassie. Behave." She growled. I rolled my eyes and nodded.

"I'm going to bed." I said and grabbed my glass of whiskey and walked upstairs.

I groaned after I got back in my room.

My brother will definitely know if I'm high or not. His friend used to be a notorious drug user.

I walked over to my desk and lifted up the tank top that hid the bag of cocaine. I poured a little bit out and cut it into 2 lines and snorted them up and then waited for the beautiful high feeling that I never wanted to leave.

They say that life gets harder when you are doing drugs. From my point of view, it gets way easier and even though I wasn't a religious person, I hoped to God that this wouldn't ever change.

Avery POV

I kept browsing through Twitter, but that eventually it boring. I checked the time and it was 10:23pm. I yawned and stretched out on my black and white bedspread. I closed my eyes for a split second, or I thought. I started to dream about BVB, and somehow a flying cow and a talking chair got involved. I was scared.

I woke up in the middle of the night for no apparent reason. I later found out it was because I had to pee. I had to leave my comfy bed and release my bladder. I washed my hands and went back into my room and hopped on my bed, burying myself under my covers. I was just on the edge of fallin deep asleep, when a loud beep scared the shit outta me. I sat up quickly looking around my dark room to figure out where it came from. I noticed that my desk mysteriously lit up. I walked over to it, where my laptop was lit up. I opened the screen more so I could see what was going on. It said 1 new message in my inbox. I clicked it and I was in complete shock.

'Hello Avery! Sorry we didn't get back to you sooner, have been extremely busy managing stuff for tour....' I read that and I jumped for joy knowing that BVB actually replied. Replied to me