Status: Awkward 3 year hiatus is over. Probs lost all my readers. RIP. Comment or something if you want this ongoing :)
365 Days.
298.
My father wasn’t happy.
He wasn’t happy at all.
The moment I stepped into the house,
Magnus was upon me,
staring at me as if I was a wild animal.
He didn’t have to tell me how my father would react,
nor did he even go near me.
Only lightly wrinkled his nose,
and disappeared though another door as my father stormed in.
I was a mess,
and I was a druggie,
I was a whore,
a disgrace according to my father’s accusations.
He sent me to my room with an order to clean up,
and that he didn’t want to see my face for the whole day.
I wake up closer to dinner time,
sit up and sleepily gaze around.
The dim sunset light fills the room and colours it orange,
changing the color of everything inside.
My cream coloured curtains are a fiery orange,
the white laminate floor takes on a lava-like tinge,
and the walls change from grey and purple to a darker sinister shade.
I’m not exactly sure I like it.
It kind of reminds me of the club…
It’s what I need.
A weird feeling stirs inside me.
I understand that what I did was silly,
stupid,
and wrong.
I stand.
I can’t help it.
I’m tempted to go back.
I wobble a bit as I take a few steps but manage to catch my balance.
Once I’m sure I can walk,
I turn to the bathroom and head in it’s direction,
cleaning myself up,
making myself look presentable.
I know the way back,
I remember it.
I know which house the club was in,
And I remember the girl’s name.
Kenzie.
She’ll help me figure all this out.
By the time I get to the house,
it's already dark.
I check the time on my phone.
Eight o’clock.
The house isn’t exactly quiet,
but it’s not loud either,
there are people inside and they are talking and laughing.
I approach the door and knock on it,
chewing on the inside of my lip.
What if the place is wrong?
What if it was just a one time thing?
I start to get all sorts of doubts and worries
but then the door opens and a familiar face appears.
He wasn’t happy at all.
The moment I stepped into the house,
Magnus was upon me,
staring at me as if I was a wild animal.
He didn’t have to tell me how my father would react,
nor did he even go near me.
Only lightly wrinkled his nose,
and disappeared though another door as my father stormed in.
I was a mess,
and I was a druggie,
I was a whore,
a disgrace according to my father’s accusations.
He sent me to my room with an order to clean up,
and that he didn’t want to see my face for the whole day.
I wake up closer to dinner time,
sit up and sleepily gaze around.
The dim sunset light fills the room and colours it orange,
changing the color of everything inside.
My cream coloured curtains are a fiery orange,
the white laminate floor takes on a lava-like tinge,
and the walls change from grey and purple to a darker sinister shade.
I’m not exactly sure I like it.
It kind of reminds me of the club…
It’s what I need.
A weird feeling stirs inside me.
I understand that what I did was silly,
stupid,
and wrong.
I stand.
I can’t help it.
I’m tempted to go back.
I wobble a bit as I take a few steps but manage to catch my balance.
Once I’m sure I can walk,
I turn to the bathroom and head in it’s direction,
cleaning myself up,
making myself look presentable.
I know the way back,
I remember it.
I know which house the club was in,
And I remember the girl’s name.
Kenzie.
She’ll help me figure all this out.
By the time I get to the house,
it's already dark.
I check the time on my phone.
Eight o’clock.
The house isn’t exactly quiet,
but it’s not loud either,
there are people inside and they are talking and laughing.
I approach the door and knock on it,
chewing on the inside of my lip.
What if the place is wrong?
What if it was just a one time thing?
I start to get all sorts of doubts and worries
but then the door opens and a familiar face appears.
Kenzie beams down at me,
“Oh hello,
you’re that kid from this morning!
What are you doing here?”
Her voice isn’t nasty,
it’s all cheerful and happy,
“Come on in,
you arrived just in time.”
She ushers me in without allowing me to say a word
and shuts the door behind us.
I blush a little more and look down at my hands,
“Me.
I just don’t like the taste of it.”
“Oh hello,
you’re that kid from this morning!
What are you doing here?”
Her voice isn’t nasty,
it’s all cheerful and happy,
“Come on in,
you arrived just in time.”
She ushers me in without allowing me to say a word
and shuts the door behind us.
I follow her down the small familiar corridor
and smile at a few people in the kitchen.
“Hey,”
I say softly,
deciding I might as well be polite on my first time here willingly and sober.
and smile at a few people in the kitchen.
“Hey,”
I say softly,
deciding I might as well be polite on my first time here willingly and sober.
“’Sup,”
they all reply at their own pace and speed.
One of the guys nods towards me,
“I saw ya’ last night,
what was ya’ name?
I forget.”
His speech is a little slurred,
and his pronunciation and grammar aren’t the best
but it doesn’t seem to bother him.
they all reply at their own pace and speed.
One of the guys nods towards me,
“I saw ya’ last night,
what was ya’ name?
I forget.”
His speech is a little slurred,
and his pronunciation and grammar aren’t the best
but it doesn’t seem to bother him.
Nothing bothered these people as I soon found out.
“Evie,”
I reply automatically and quickly bite my tongue.
Silly!
Stupid!
The incident from earlier on in the year pops up in my head,
with Chase’s group all laughing and jeering at my name.
“Evie,”
I reply automatically and quickly bite my tongue.
Silly!
Stupid!
The incident from earlier on in the year pops up in my head,
with Chase’s group all laughing and jeering at my name.
The guy doesn’t seem to care.
”Well ‘sup Evie,
come sit.”
He pats the chair beside him and yells to Kenzie for another glass.
When the girl brings it to him,
he fills it up with a yellow liquid.
”Well ‘sup Evie,
come sit.”
He pats the chair beside him and yells to Kenzie for another glass.
When the girl brings it to him,
he fills it up with a yellow liquid.
The moment I smell it I know what it is.
Beer.
“Sorry,
I don’t drink beer.”
I reply with a shy and embarrassed smile.
Beer.
“Sorry,
I don’t drink beer.”
I reply with a shy and embarrassed smile.
The guy laughs softly and pokes my shoulder a little roughly,
but not on purpose,
I can see it in his eyes.
“Who doesn’t drink beer?”
he exclaims with another laugh.
but not on purpose,
I can see it in his eyes.
“Who doesn’t drink beer?”
he exclaims with another laugh.
I blush a little more and look down at my hands,
“Me.
I just don’t like the taste of it.”
The guy shakes his head and grins at me,
“You’re weird.
And funny.
I like you.”
A hand is extended to me,
“The name’s Beau.”
“You’re weird.
And funny.
I like you.”
A hand is extended to me,
“The name’s Beau.”
After some talk and laughter with the group,
the night repeats itself.
We party through till midnight,
lost in the music and lights and beat,
unaware of time,
unaware of troubles and problems,
drama,
relationships,
relatives,
and bothersome thoughts.
And Chase.
Not a word of him.
Not a word from him.
the night repeats itself.
We party through till midnight,
lost in the music and lights and beat,
unaware of time,
unaware of troubles and problems,
drama,
relationships,
relatives,
and bothersome thoughts.
And Chase.
Not a word of him.
Not a word from him.
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Sorry for that awfully long wait!!!! Holidays and exams stole me from Mibba :(Then I came back to co-write a NEW story >.< ('This Is How It Goes' - Check it out!! :3)
Anyway, a big huge thank you to grape1 for reminding me to update again ;)
~Enjoy!~