Lucky me he is not home yet. But mom is. Hmm I wonder if she’ll ask questions. Probably not. At least Charlie isn’t here. He's notorious for asking too many questions. I try to sneak up to my room but as soon as I round the corner I see my mom (with a glass of vodka in her hand) spot me. She holds up her finger for me to stop.
"Well I don’t care! Just do it!" she says into her phone then hangs up. "Lucy, where have you been all day? I tried to call you. Well who cares. I’m going out for a drink, tell Charlie not to stay up." And with that she grabs her purse and then slams the door on her way out.
"Love you too mom." I say to myself.
"Don’t worry Lucy your mother loves you even though she might not show it," says a voice from behind me. I swing around to face the person. Its only Martha.
"Yeah as long as you think that I guess I’ll be just fine," I say as sarcastically as I can. Martha rolls her eyes then walks away. I still have my drugs in my pocket and I need to get to my room.
I barely make it up the stair when I hear my name called. "Lucy you home?" It’s Charlie's voice. I smell like smoke from Dominic's. Oh goodness. He rounds the bend of the wall and stands at the bottom of the stairs.
"Did you go any place?"
"No"
"Can I believe you?"
"Yes." I have no idea why he would believe me. All I do is lie to him. Maybe he thinks I am changed, drug free, sober, whatever you want to call it, but I’m not. I’m anything but that. Well at least I’m going to be anything but that in a few minutes.
"Ok Luce, I believe you. You’re a good girl remember that" with that Charlie turns back to the kitchen and puts the groceries away just like dad used to. Should I feel horrible for lying to him? Maybe I should, but I don’t. Not one single bit. That would make me sad; but I don’t care about anything except becoming the very thing my brother doesn’t want me to be: a druggy.
...... My pain is gone.
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"Well I don’t care! Just do it!" she says into her phone then hangs up. "Lucy, where have you been all day? I tried to call you. Well who cares. I’m going out for a drink, tell Charlie not to stay up." And with that she grabs her purse and then slams the door on her way out.
"Love you too mom." I say to myself.
"Don’t worry Lucy your mother loves you even though she might not show it," says a voice from behind me. I swing around to face the person. Its only Martha.
"Yeah as long as you think that I guess I’ll be just fine," I say as sarcastically as I can. Martha rolls her eyes then walks away. I still have my drugs in my pocket and I need to get to my room.
I barely make it up the stair when I hear my name called. "Lucy you home?" It’s Charlie's voice. I smell like smoke from Dominic's. Oh goodness. He rounds the bend of the wall and stands at the bottom of the stairs.
"Did you go any place?"
"No"
"Can I believe you?"
"Yes." I have no idea why he would believe me. All I do is lie to him. Maybe he thinks I am changed, drug free, sober, whatever you want to call it, but I’m not. I’m anything but that. Well at least I’m going to be anything but that in a few minutes.
"Ok Luce, I believe you. You’re a good girl remember that" with that Charlie turns back to the kitchen and puts the groceries away just like dad used to. Should I feel horrible for lying to him? Maybe I should, but I don’t. Not one single bit. That would make me sad; but I don’t care about anything except becoming the very thing my brother doesn’t want me to be: a druggy.
...... My pain is gone.
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