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" Richie, you sneaky bitch! "
⚠️WARNING:Underaged drug and alcohol abuse!⚠️
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"GO IN THROUGH the window, I'll open it when I get inside." I instructed with a hushed tone. Richie gave me a thumbs up as I walked to my front door, unlocking it and opening it quietly, not to wake my dad incase he's sleeping.
He was at the door, ready to go out somewhere. I mentally cursed myself. "Pa, where you off to?" I asked. He looked at me and smiled. Was he.. sober?
"I got a job interview." He said, excitedly. I smiled and hugged him. "Pa, that's great!" I exclaimed, trying to think if a way to get him to stay longer.
"Uh Dad, before you go, I have my report card." I said. I really did. I've had it for a week but prayed my dad would forget, and being drunk, he did. "Oh, great! Let me see." He said.
I guided him to his armchair. "Wait here." I told. He nodded, confused. I went to my bag that was hanging by the front door and pulled out the envelope.
"Okay, read that, I'm gonna go get ready." I told him. He furrowed his eyebrows. "For what?" He asked. I suddenly stiffened up.
"I'm spending the night at my friend's place." I told him. "I just met her before school ended." I lied. He sighed, and that's when I cursed behind my breath.
But he shrugged. "Okay. Be safe." He said with a smile. I almost choked on my own spit. "Really?" I asked. He shrugged. "Yeah, why not?" He confirmed.
I smiled. "Thanks Pa." I said, turning to walk, but whipped back around as he was opening my card. "Dad, are you sober?" I asked him.
He almost broke. "Yes, darlin'. It's gonna be a new start for us." He promised. I smiled and went into my room, closing the door and locking it behind me.
I open my window and let Richie quietly climb in. "God, could you have taken any longer?" Richie complained. I put my index finger up to my lips and shushed him.
