Chapter 6
"Rikki eat your tea," Dad looked at me, with a stern look as he usually did these days. I laughed at him dismissively, he just shook his head at me; An action he had acquired lately. I slowly push my plate away as I get up out of my seat and head for my bedroom.
"Avril is coming over in a minute, I ain't hungry anyway."
"Sit down and eat your tea now!"
"Whatever Terry." I look at the hurt and surprise on his face when I say his name,
"Terry?"
"Yes that is your name, isn't it?" I raise one eyebrow, and smirk as I fold my arms over my chest. He nods slowly and then looks down at his tea,
"I am your Dad Rikki,"
"Whatever." I sigh loudly as the door knocks, and I run to it, grinning when I see who is on the other side. She winks at me as I let her in,
"Hey Terry!" I hide my laugh as I carry on walking to my bedroom, Avril just runs ahead of me giggling all the way.
"Got anything on you?" I whisper as I shut the door behind me, she grins and nods as she pulls out a packet of white powder, just like the one Simon had given me the other night, I nod at her, remembering the feeling it gave me before, the total freedom and the painless world it allowed me to become part of. I grin as she hands me some, watching her as she seperates all the lines before she 'snorts' it up. Soon enough, I copy her, and we are both laying on the floor giggling like little children. I look up at the ceiling, watching the shapes and colours dance around, each one making me giggle out loud. Distracting me from the banging door outside, the shouts coming from my angry Dad, blanking out everything to do with it all. I don't really notice him until he grabs my arm, yanking me out from the world I found myself in for a few minutes. I shake my head at Avril, tutting, trying to ignore him.
"What?"
"It stinks in here."
"Get out then."
"I want you gone!" He points at Avril,
"Whatever you say Terry." She salutes him and I giggle, shaking my head as she walks out,
"How dare you chuck my friends out?" I pull him off my arm, and step back, only then noticing the packet he holds in his clenched fist. I clench my own for a moment, and turn around to hide the hot, burning tears running down my face.
"What do you want?"
"Are you on drugs Rikki? Are you high right now?" He grabs my shoulder, hard, pulling me around, towards him. He is stronger than I gave the old man credit for. I sigh as I admit defeat,
"Whatever, Terry." I hiss out his name, frowning as I do so,
"You have caught me. You can't do anything to me anyway. I don't care."
"You're grounded."
'Whatever old man. I have a window you know, what you going to do, seal it up?" He looks at me, like he doesn't even know who I am anymore. I roll my eyes, I don't even know who I am so how can I expect him to know?
"Now get out of my bedroom!"
"Rikki, let's talk about this."
"I don't want to talk, I don't need to talk, just get out and leave me alone." I push him as hard as I can out through my door. Slamming it in his confused face, I kick a beer can away from me and watch as it rolls under my bed. When did it all get so hard? When did it become like this?
I sigh loudly and take one last look at myself in the mirror before jumping out of my winow, grinning to myself. Nobody rules me, I don't care about them anymore. I do what I want, when I want. I run as fast as I can away from the trailer I call home.
And for what? To get a fix....