~Maya’s View~
I told Kellen and Darcie to drop me off at my friend’s house; I couldn’t deal with my dad tonight, I would be content with never seeing him again, he’s to controlling and just thinks of himself. I knocked on the door, my friend Ashlee answered; to my surprise she was having a party.
I walked down into her basement; I saw a few familiar faces and then some people I didn’t know. My cousin Adriana, who is my Uncle Lou’s daughter and one of my Uncle Liam’s twins Tiffany were there. They were older, but Ashlee has tons of siblings, there house was always filled with kids. A few guys were there, smoking pot, I just ignored them, but the smell was getting to my head.
“Wanna try it?” Some kid with black hair asked me, I was tempted to say yes with no question, but then my mother came into my head. Would she really wanting me putting this crap into my body?
“I’ll just stick with the alcohol” I told him, he nodded and didn’t question me. He was sort of cute in a way, I think it was his eyes that made me intrigued, they were the most beautiful shade of blue.
I ended up drinking way to much alcohol then my body could handle, I knew I really needed to go to the hospital to get my stomach pumped, but that would require my dad finding out. Instead my face was in front of a toilet bowl for two hours. I woke up with the worst headache imaginable. I went in my bag and took three Advil, kind of disappointed in myself for being a complete idiot, I knew what I could handle, and last night I just took it out of proportion. I went into Ashlee’s kitchen; the boy with the black hair was there.
“Hey you alright? I was worried about you.” He asked me, I was surprised he remembered who I was.
“Yeah just a little hung-over I guess” I didn’t want to look at him, he was obviously older, who would want to talk to a 12 year old.
“Can I get your number beautiful?” He asked me. I started to blush, he must be about 19.
“I don’t give my number out to strangers, sorry” I winked at him and walked out of the house. I decided to walk home since it wasn’t that far, maybe this wasn’t such a bad thing, I mean he doesn’t have to know my age….
I liked this feeling, being rebellious, going against my father. The thought that this would make him so upset made me feel like I won. I knew Ashlee would give the kid my number; hopefully I get to see him again.
I looked at my house, and took a deep breathe. I walked in the front door; my dad was at the top of the steps.
“Where have you been?” He asked me.
“Out” was all I said to him.
“You look sick, what’s wrong with you, have you been drinking Maya? You’re 12 years old, dammit!” He looked so angry, and for some reason sad, I didn’t care if I disappointed him, he wasn’t a father to me.
“Just get out of my face!” I yelled at him, I pushed by him and ran into my room, I laid on my bed and fell asleep within minutes.