Emma's POV

Why the hell was Jay Hogart and all his friends standing on my doorstep? We all just stood there staring at eachother with these "What the fuck?" looks on our faces, until Alex spoke up.

"You live here? I thought this was where Cal lived." Alex glared at me.

"He's in the kitchen." I said as my cellphone started to ring, playing BYOB by System of a Down, meaning it was Elizabeth, my mother, calling.

"Hello Elizabeth," I said.

"Emma, I'm out with Patrick for the night. I have 15 clients scheduled you need to take over for me."

"No Elizabeth I'm not working for you."

"Well if you fucking wanna stay here then you'll fucking do it you fucking bitch," Elizabeth snapped into the phone before hanging up. She knew that would get to me and that I'd do it.

I needed something to drink, vodka would do the trick. Lots and lots of vodka to get over the fact that I had to fuck for the money to pay our bills tonight.

I went into the kitchen, forgetting that people were in there, and got the biggest bottle of Skyy vodka I could find.

Jay, Alex, Sean, Amy, Towerz, they all stared at me as I downed the bottle in 30 seconds flat.

"Haha, working for Elizabeth tonight, eh?" Cal laughed at me.

"Fuck you Cal," I said as I felt the liquor taking it's effect on me.

"Aww little Greenpeace needs to work for mommy tonight, what's she gotta do that she needs to be shitfaced for, eat meat?" Alex laughed at her own little joke.

"Elizabeth Cataleen y'all heard of her?" I asked.

"Yeah, she's only the hottest fucking whore ever," Towerz replied.

"She's my fucking mother," I exclaimed as I went to get the doorbell, my first client.

3 hours later, 15 clients later, and $50,000 richer, I was done. The alcohol had completely worn off, but Jay and Alex and Sean and Towerz were still at her house. They were all in Cal's room, which was next to my room, whoopee. I could hear them laughing and all talking about me. Cal was probably telling them all these lies and then they'd end up all over school the next day.

It was dinnertime, but I wasn't hungry. I listened to my iPod but decided to go get a bottle of water from the kitchen. Fuck. As I was walking down to the kitchen "Black Dresses" by the Spill Canvas came on. I couldn't listen to it, it brought back too many memories of when me and Cal were.. kind of together. I still had it on when I realized I was in the kitchen.

"What are you listening to?" Cal asked.

I plugged it into the stereo in the next room and put it on loud enough so everyone could hear it.

I was singing along, not even noticing.

"Just do as your instructed and... take this razor and cut your palms, I'll do the same until a river of crimson begins to flow," I was interrupted by Cal.

"Well that's not a new experience for you," He smirked, obviously talking about the line I had just sung.

"I never fucking slit my wrists." That was all I could say.

I went upstairs and cryed, because I knew it was a lie, as much as I wanted to forget it.

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yeah yeah I suck at writing.

And my cliffhangers suck.

PREVIEW OF CHAPTER THREE!

"Are you here to get food? There's no point, you're just going to throw it up when you're done eating it."

Did Cal purposely try to make my life hell?

"It's called binging and purging for a reason. You have to binge first. Dumbass." Realizing what I just said, I ran downstairs.

Yes oh the drama, well lack of but it gets good

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