Dragon Ball/Z/GT Fan Fiction ❯ Butterfly ❯ Waiting Arms ( Chapter 7 )

Butterfly

I arrived home after being dropped off by one of my new friends. I stumbled through the house, calling to check if there was anyone in. To my (NOT) surprise nobody was, so I sat on my balcony, leaning against my patio doors. I dipped my hand in my school bag and pulled out the bottle of vodka Hope had given to me. I unscrewed the cap and took a swig, savouring the taste. Who needs friends when you have alcohol?

"Not me…" I muttered to myself. I wouldn't have been able to convince a dormouse let alone myself.

Running along this mind path was sobering me up pretty quickly so I took one gulp of vodka, and another for good measure. The liquid had consumed and the pot I had smoked were starting to cloud my mind so I put the bottle to my mouth and wallowed in the sharp taste. By the time I was finished I couldn't even be bothered to put the bottle lid on.

For the next few weeks I continued on this track. I skipped lessons to smoke in vacant rooms, was rude, pushed people around and hung with Hope and her friends. It seemed I had forgotten my old group but in reality I had just pushed them to the back of my head.

It was a Thursday night and I was just getting a drink of water from the kitchen, when my Father came in from the basement (his lab). He looked stressed and strangely, angry. I decided this was not a mood I wanted to meet my Dad in so I attempted to escape from the kitchen to my bedroom, but no such luck.

"Bulma! Sit down."

I turned and he was sitting by the kitchen table signalling to the vacant chair opposite him.

So I sat.

It felt like he was just about to interrogate me. Then I had a terrible thought - what if he had found out about all the drugs and drink? I doubted if he would take that lightly like he used to. Now if anything happened he would get very angry.

"I received a letter from your school today."

He stopped and was silent.

"Yes? I questioned innocently.

"So, how many lessons and pieces of homework have you skipped?" he asked in a mock polite voice. Uh oh. What was I supposed to say?

I didn't know so I gave him a blank look and hoped he'd drop the subject.

"Answer me!" he shouted.

"I don't know! I don't know!" I cried. I was getting worried now.

"After all I've done for you! I've given you a house, a car, new clothes - whatever you wanted and this is how you repay me? Misbehaviour and poor grades? You bitch! You're useless! You're good at nothing! You're going to fail everything and guess what? I'm not going to help because I don't care! You've been a constant disappointment to you're mother and I. We gave you thousands of chances and you just used up you're last one."

Before he could carry on with his tirade I had bolted from the room and all the way up to my bedroom. The only thought I would allow myself to think was simple.

Scissors.

I couldn't find any sharp pairs and I was starting to panic so I grabbed a pair of nail scissors. I had to press hard to draw blood as they were so blunt but I succeeded in ruining the skin on my arms. I lay on my bed and bled a little before slipping into the secure arms of three sleeping pills.

By the time I had woken up it was five o'clock in the afternoon. I had missed school, but I didn't care and no one else was going to (least of all my Father). I was fully awoken by a buzzing sound coming from my left. My hands slapped aimlessly around on the desk until coming into contact with the vibrating object. The display on my mobile read 1 New Message. I accessed my Inbox and read the text. It was Hope telling me about a party. I decided I had to go. I could get drunk, smokes some shit and basically forget about the `unpleasant' side of my life. Sounded good to me.

I slipped on my black baggies and a black tank top. I had used my knife to slash the tummy area of the top.

I crept down the plush carpeted stairs silently, on guard for anyone who might see me and tell my parents I had gone out. To my luck I met no one and shutting the door silently I pulled out one of my capsules and let it loose. It popped open (literally) to reveal a gorgeous black hover car. I climbed in graciously and sped off towards the party.

I had been at the party what seemed like half an hour and it was already ten o'clock. I still had had nothing to drink. I sat down at the makeshift bar and asked the huge guy for a Budweiser. While he reached underneath the counter (I presumed the drinks were all under there) I examined him. He was a lot taller than me and extremely muscular - he looked too butch for my tastes. I was sure I had seen him before somewhere, but after further thought I decided that all the noxious fumes in the house were getting to me.

The guy handed me my drink and I had a quick sip. There was a foreign taste with this beer - something not quite right about it. I had no longer to mull over that thought as soon enough the world turned black and I could feel myself fall from the chair into someone's waiting arms.

*Cell phone if you're American.