My Long, Lost Best Friend

¤Chapter 1¤

"You're going to get an early trip to see your-"

RING

RING

RING

He pulled his phone out of his pocket and looked at it. He scoffed and looked back at me.

"You're lucky." He released me and I dropped to the ground. He walked out of the room, answering the phone.

I coughed and breathed in as much air I could. I looked to my side and saw Olivia. She looked like she could kill me right then and there.

"Don't ever talk about her with him." She snarled. I got up and ignored her. I headed back up the stairs, holding my arm.

"I have him now!" She yelled. I just shook my head and kept walking.

"She had him first," I whispered to myself. I walked into my room and closed the door. I walked over to my bed and bent down, reaching under the bed.

When my hand clamped over what I was looking for, I pulled it out and sat it on the bed. I sat down on the bed and opened the mini first aid kit.

I pulled out the alcohol, needle, thread, and some bandages. I looked at the cut and saw it was deep. I sighed. I hate needles.

I took the cap off of the bottle and counted to three out loud.

"1... 2... 3." I poured some of the liquid on my wound. I hissed in pain as the liquid began to go into the cut. I twisted the cap back on it and sat it back in the box.

I grabbed the needle and thread. I pulled some of the thread off and bit it. I grabbed the needle and brought it close to my eye, so I could see. I pulled the thread in the eye of the needle and tied a knot.

Letting out a shaky breath, I positioned the needle to go inside my skin.

"Here we go. Again." I mumbled. I pushed the needle through my skin.

"Ah!" I yelled. I bit my lip and stopped pushing the needle and took a deep breath.

I looked towards the door and thanked God Olivia or Shawn didn't come in. They would probably try to cut me with the needle and strangle me with the thread. I looked back down at my arm and saw it wasn't even halfway through.

I took a deep breath and let it out. I got my grip on the needle and began pushing it again. I bit my lip so hard to keep from screaming, that I think it's bleeding.

I pushed it through and brought my hand on the other side of my arm. I pulled it through and smiled when I saw it was in there tight.

"Just a little more to go," I whispered.

*2 HOURS LATER*

"Where did you get it?" He asked me for the millionth time.

I continued to stare at the floor. After I had stitched up my arm, I was putting away the kit when he barged into my room saying he smelled medicine. I would have laughed, but it wasn't the best time.

He slapped me, causing me to fall on the floor, landing on my arm. I hissed in pain and closed my eyes to keep from crying.

"Erin. Where did you get the first aid kit?" He asked. I looked up at him and saw a fire in his eyes. Just tell him, Erin. I sighed and looked back down.

"You gave it to me," I said. He grunted. He yanked me up by my arm, making me yell out in pain.

"Why do you have to make it harder for yourself?" He asked. I shook my head.

"No. I'm telling the truth. You came home drunk then you barged into my room. You threw the first aid kit at my head. See, look." I pushed back the hair by my ear and showed him the scar.

"You threw it so hard, it made a scar. Remember?" I asked. He looked deep in thought before glaring at me.

"You're lying." He threw me back on the ground. I turned my body, so I wouldn't fall on my arm. I fell on my back. I looked up at him and glared.

"Why do you treat me this way?" I whispered, harshly. He looked taken back by my question but quickly covered it up with a blank expression.

"You already know why." He snapped. I huffed and sat up. I stood up and sat on the bed. He was still glaring at me.

"Is it because of mom? Or Olivia?" I asked. He growled and stepped in front of me.

"It's because....." He trailed off. I looked up at him.

"Because of what? Tell me." I demanded.

"You don't go commanding me around." He snarled.

"Why dad? Just why?!" I yelled.

"You're just like your mother. Stupid and careless. That's how she ended up dead." He snarled. I looked up at him and glared. I stood up and pushed him back. He stumbled. This is the last time he will talk trash about her.

"She loved you! She loved you more than anything! More than me!" I yelled. He growled and glared at me.

"You know nothing." He said. I scoffed.

"I know she would come into my room to get comfortable. She should've been getting comfort from you, but she was too scared. I know she would do anything for you. I know you didn't deserve her." I said. The more I spoke, the angrier he looked.

"You're really pushing it." He growled. I narrowed my eyes at him.

"What are you hiding?" I asked. His eyes went wide.

"Nothing." He said, quickly. He looked at my room door then back at me.

"Leave," I said. He growled but complied. He walked out the door and slammed it shut. I let out a breath and sat on the bed. He's definitely hiding something and I'm going to find out.