Chapter 3; Let the drama begin
When I was little, like six years old or something, my parents used to take me to Disneyland. They would spoil me rotten with presents or with candy and take me to every attraction I wanted to be in. My parents were real parents once, yeah I know; unbelieveable right? But once they were. We were like a happy family. We weren't that rich, my mother worked as a waitress (yes it's true, a waitress), while my father just accepted to be a partner of a big company. That's when it all started, all of a sudden we had money, a lot of money. My mother quit her job cause the money was not needed. We moved to Tree Hill, in a big white house. In the beginning it was like a fairy tail to me. My father always called me his Princess so I thought I was one, one who lived in a dream mansion in Tree Hill.
But then I noticed that my parents became more busy; not only with the job my father had and my mother going along with his business trips, but also with being away from me. I think I was only a year older then, so I really didn't understand what happened. But after a few months I understood it completely. My parents didn't love me anymore. I was just 'the kid who requires a lot of attention'. The attention they couldn't give it to me. So they hired Nina, an old little lady with the most ugliest taste for fashion; but she was so nice to me. I remembered when I asked her once if my parents were that much away because of me and she told me that when people who have a lot of money, but not having the time to spend some time with their kid aren't real parents. And that the reason why they were away almost all the time absolutly wasn't my fault. They didn't know how to deal with all this money so they did what looked like the best thing to do. I know now what she ment by that. When Nina told me that I just nodded my head in agreement; but I didn't understand what she said. Not one single word. Weren't they my real parents anymore? Why have they all of a sudden a lot of money? Why aren't they around when I wanted them to? All these questions in my head became unanswered. Maybe, maybe when I do something wrong, my parents would notice me. I know, weird thinking. But I was just a kid who wanted attention and be the family we used to be.
So since then I became a troublemaker. Not the drinking and sluttly part; that was like seven years later. I was already best friends with Peyton; and she was just as bad as I was. Shocked? Well, she was a bad girl till her mother died. Every night she cried herself asleep. I would lay next to her and tell her that everything was gonna be okay. So when we were like fifteen years old, Peyton became an other person. All of a sudden she was interested in these bands nobody ever heard of and she became more silent.
On a saturday evening I took her to this party for seniors. We had so much fun; we were under no condition the youngest there. The boys liked us and they introduced us with alcohol. Sure Peyton and I have had a glass of whine on my mothers birthday once, but that was just one glass. Now we drank tequila, vodka, beer and did shots. Peyton did it all once, I drank twice as much as her. I mean, I wanted to drown my sorrows; she didn't.
When it was like, 4:30 am we thought it was a good idea to go home (well, Peyton's place). We stumbled to our bikes (yeah I know bikes, but we were fifteen so we couln't drive. Yeah I already had a car, but still couldn't drive) and tried to come home without falling. Ofcourse, we failed with that one. I was so drunk I fell on the middle of the street and lay there laughing. Peyton tried to grab a streetlight but she missed it and then we both lay there laughing. When we tried to ride again, Peyton crashed in somebody's car. I guess we made a lot of noise; cause in no time there were two police officers who told us to come with them. Maybe some neighbour lady called the cops or something.
Well, we ended up in jail (I know jail! Not that long; cause Nina bailed us out. Thank God for that).
So that was my first contact with alcohol. The next day I remembered nothing; Peyton told me this story. I had a hangover, I was so sick for the next few days. Peyton said that she would never drink again, cause she couldn't handle another hangover. I said I wouldn't drink again either; but in my mind I thought that alcohol was the best thing that ever happened to me. You can drink and have fun, do things you normally wouldn't do and the best thing is you won't remember it the next day. This was a perfect way to forget about the drama with my parents and to connect with older guys.
So from that day I told to myself: let the drama begin.
I know it's short. But we all know about Brooke's drinking but don't know how this all started. So I thought it was a good way to tell you guys this. Thanks for everybody who reviewed! I'm so happy that people like my story!
Xoxox Helen