Mistaken

JOHN'S POV :

John awoke to find himself surrounded by empty liquor bottles.

As soon as he lifted his head he was greeted with a splitting headache. He held his head until the throbbing stopped overall and limped to the couch and sat down.

Mary had been dead for a year. She had been battling cancer longer than that. Their daughter, Lily, had only been 17. She was 18 now and-

Lily.

How had John been so selfish? For a year even. He let his daughter down in a time of need and he knew it but chose to ignore it. John felt sick thinking of the pain she was going through.

John looked down at his watch. 3:30.

Lily should be home right about-

The door swung open and Lily walked in. John's stomach lurched at the sight.

Her hair hung in tangled strands around her face and covered one of her eyes. Her clothes were mismatched and dirty. Her weight had diminished greatly and her eyes looked up barely enough to see. They looked so scared.

John opened his mouth to speak but Lily darted off to her bedroom.

LILY'S POV :

As soon as Lily entered her room she fell on her bed and sobbed until her chest ached.

The words of classmates and old friends swam inside her mind. Repeating themselves.

Mother-less freak.

You don't ever eat anything, creep. What's wrong? Miss your mommy?

She could die. No, she wanted to die. It's not like anyone would care. Not even her dad.

Lily sat up and sniffed.

Not even.. her dad.

She stood up and walked to her mirror. She pushed the tangled strands of hair covering her face out of the way to reveal a purple-ish bruise on her eye from a classmate who got irritated when she didn't respond.

Lily couldn't keep going like this much longer.

Note:

I. Hate. My. Life.

I've written this story three times because it deleted twice.

So sorry if it seems sloppy or poorly written. You could imagine if I was a tad bit irritated.

Btw thanks for the reviews on my other stories, guys! They're so sweet!

Ily guys. (yup, I seriously just did that. Its just a note.)