Page 85 of Lilah
I walk up the stairs carefully, making sure not to make too much noise just in case he's not sleeping.
I walk into my room and find it completely trashed. My bed is off of the frame, my covers strewn all over the place, my dresser is turned over and the mirror built into it is shattered on the floor. My closet doors are broken off their hinges and the clothes that were once inside, are all over the ground.
Stupid tears flood my eyes.
The only safe place IthoughtI had is destroyed.
I find my father sitting on the ground, a bottle of some sort of alcohol in his hands.
"Where've you been all night?" he slurringly mumbles. I stay pressed up against my door frame, too scared to go near him.
"A friends," I answer quietly.
"A boy wasn't it? Don't think I've forgotten about that hickey you had," he sneers and I flinch closer into the doorframe.
"Your brother would be so disgusted by you whoring yourself around." A tear falls down my cheek at the mention of Jake.
He starts standing up, falling over himself twice before actually standing straight and towering over me.
"Exactly," he slurs, "you smell just like a man."
He bumps his large body into mine walking out, knocking me to my side. I hurriedly shut my door behind him and lock it, letting out a deep breath.
I look around my trashed room and bite my wobbling lip. Not wanting to keep Grey waiting for long and also worrying that my dad will see him in the driveway, I quickly pick out clothes to wear.
I put on a pair of black shorts, a white sports bra because my boobs need a break from wearing a tight bra all night, a hoodless, slightly large Tennessee sweatshirt, and my beloved pair of flip flops.
I step into the bathroom, grab another hair tie and a scrunchie to put on my wrist, and blink my eyes rapidly to make them less red from crying.
I find my charger meddled in with my comforter on my floor and then open my door. I take a peek around and say freak it.
I walk down the stairs and catch sight of my father laying on the couch. As quietly as I can, I walk to the front door and let out a relieved sigh once I'm closing it behind me.
I open the car door and climb inside carefully, letting out a breath as I struggle slightly.
"Where're your pants, Lilah?" he questions sincerely. I just walked out here without them.
"I'm not wearing any," I tell him, shrugging my shoulder a little bit. He stays quiet, I think surprised or something. I just turn up the radio.
AC/DC reaches my ears and I bite my lip excitedly. I mouth the words toYou Shook Me All Night Long, a classic but still one of my favorites by them.
My favorite by them is without a doubt,Big Balls. Not just because of the name, but because the actual lyrics are dirtier than the name. The whole song is an innuendo. It's not about the male part, it just sounds like it is.
Gotta loveBig Balls.
That's what she said.
We come to town square and Grey parks. He climbs out smoothly and I get a little jealous. Next thing I know, my door is being swung open. He unbuckles my seatbelt and turns my body to him.
His lifts my sweatshirt looking down at my legs.
"What if I wasn't wearing any shorts?" I raise my eyebrow and he looks up at me, a little smirk pulling at his lips.
"I'll just keep my thoughts to myself," his tongue swipes over the corner of his mouth. His hands grab the top of my shorts and he tucks a little of my sweatshirt into my pants.
"You're skinny," he observes my stomach which is more on the flat side (except for the fact that I'm sitting and there's a little roll I've graciously named Pat) and I find myself blushing a tad bit. Gosh dang if that's not what a lot of girls would love to hear.
"You're hungry a lot?" he questions and I let out a loud laugh.
