I'm the Bad Boy's Sweetheart (Completed!)

Chapter 3- Mr. Muscles is the new Nickname

Adriana P.O.V.

I opened the door of my small apartment. Dad was sitting on a stained couch in the living room. I slipped off my shoes and called,

"Hey Dad I'm home!"

He let out a grunt of acknowledgement and continued to stare at the bright laptop screen in front of him. Empty bottles of whiskey and vodka littered the couch and ground around him. I sighed and walked behind him. I peered at the computer screen and blinked in surprise when I saw a travel agency ticket purchasing page pulled up.

"Europe? Are we going on a vacation, Dad?"

Dad grabbed a bottle and turned around and threw it at me. I let out a small scream and dodged it. It smashed against the wall, making me flinch. Dad stood up and towered over me cowering on the ground. He slapped me as hard as he could across the face and he roared,

"We don't have enough money for a vacation, you little ungrateful bitch! Are you not satisfied?!"

I whispered, trying to appease him,

"That's not what I meant, Dad. I am satisfied. I was just wondering."

Dad's angry face fell and a softer look came into his eyes. He kneeled before me and stared at my face. Dad cupped my face and stroked my cheek with his thumb.

"You look so much like her, you know. You have her eyes, her nose, her body, her lips."

His thumb stroked my lip and he leaned forward. His breath brushed hot across my face and the scent of alcohol made me gag. I shoved Dad away and ran to my room, my body quivering with fear. I slammed my door and locked it. I sat in the corner and tried to slow my pounding heart. After a while I finally dragged myself to my feet and grabbed my dress from my closet. I silently went downstairs and ran to the door. Only until it was open I called to Dad,

"I am going to Madison's for the night. Be back tomorrow."

Dad started to stand up but I had already closed the door and was running to my car.
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"Madison, I can't wear those!"

Madison was desperately shoving 5 inch sparkling black heels into my hands. Madison snarled,

"You will wear these heels if its the last thing I do!"

I let out a squeal when she tackled me and pinned to the ground. She tried to hold me down and slip the shoes on at the same time. I laughed and pushed at her shoulders, trying to get her off of me. Madison's mom Carrie opened the door and looked at us in confusion. Madison sat up and showed Carrie the shoes,

"Don't you think Adriana should wear these?"

Carrie nodded and said,

"Have fun tonight, girls! Be safe."

She closed the door and soon the sound of car leaving the driveway could be heard. Madison successfully got the shoes on and when I stood up she squealed in delight.

"Perfect! Now, how do I look?"

She was in a tight royal blue dress that went to mid-thigh like mine. She had 5 inch sparkly blue heels and her blond hair fell over her shoulders in blonde waves. I sighed,

"You look gorgeous. I look like bland cardboard."

I look down at myself and frowned. Madison yelled,

"Do you see how gorgeous you are?! The guys aren't gonna make fun of you so get that out of that smart brain of yours!"

I giggled when she pulled to me my feet and ordered,