The Trials and Tribulations of a so-called Trouble Teen

Chapter 23 - There's Nasty in Nice

Just as I predicted, Maya left me alone this morning. She left for school about half an hour ago. My dad's working from home today and tomorrow to take care of me after what had happened, although I feel like I don't necessarily need him to be at home because I faked the whole meltdown. I also feel bad because he obviously loves work and he... he just isn't as "productive" at home as he is in his work office. For all I know my dad could be missing out on something big at the office because of me, and that makes me feel guilty. If this goes on for a month, I don't know what to expect. My dad has always put Val and me first in everything, but I think he puts me first first. He more or less sidelined his career to homeschool me and take care of me, and he always seems to drop anything at work if I was in any sort of bother. I guess part of that was being both a mom and a dad at the same, but again I may just be waffling here.

On a far happier note, Graham has ever so kindly brought my smoothie and pancakes to my room so I can have breakfast while in bed. He doesn't want me to get stressed at all this morning so I can "fully recover" from last night. I had a meltdown not a fully fledged drinking sesh. I don't have the heard to tell him that it's all made up because then I would have to explain the Maya situation and that could cause so many different issues. It would be better if he didn't get involved unless he had to. I don't want him to be worrying about me, he doesn't need to be. I'm enough hassle as it is.

I have a bunch of school work to be getting on with this morning. I do need some help with it, but I don't want to distract my dad from work. I think I prefer this home schooling but actually getting work from a school type of thing. It seems more natural and flexible like the old days. Maybe I'm just more suited to an education in this way? But if I didn't have Marino, I would have never met the guys, and I certainly wouldn't have met Maya. Had she not met me, she'd probably be out on the streets now. I'm like some sort of, not life line, but you know what I mean. I'm her punching bag that's for sure.

I wish Maya was here right now. I really need some cuddles because I feel so tense. There's another 8 to 9 hours until I see her again, and I just want to squeeze her. I want her to squeeze me and tell me everything will be okay. I want reassurance from her. She reassures me in a way no one else can. Either that's because she cares or because she knows that's a way to manipulate me into thinking everything is fine and then decimating any bit of confidence I have in her changing. You can't change a person overnight, but you can change them in the long term.

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G: [knocks door]

E: ¿Quién es?

G: Who else would it be? [comes in]

E: What do you want papá?

G: You're awful quiet, is everything okay?

E: Why wouldn't it be?

G: You've usually taken over the dining room by this point.

E: And what about it?

G: [sighs] Have you got your school work done at least?

E: Yeah, sure, let's just say it is.

G: You haven't done a single thing yet have you, Evin?

E: Yup.

G: Are you going to make a start?

E: Probably not. I have better things to do.

G: Like what?

E: Cat videos.

G: Evin!

E: What?

G: You can't keep watching cat videos.