Briella,17, never had a stable family set up. She was left alone by the age of 7, to fend for herself. Her father hated her, abused her for her whole life. Briella usually got into trouble with the law. She has never trusted anyone before in her lif...
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Come on Brie... just do it. No, that is not a Nike reference.
I tiptoed around the mess I call my house, hopefully not waking the dragon from his slumber. I don't live a dragon y'all don't get your panties in a twist. I'm talking about my sperm donor.
He came home 30 minutes ago, completely out of his mind on drugs and possibly alcohol. I heard a thud that came from the kitchen so I'm guessing he passed out there. I just got to leave this shithole and meet Tillie. Tillie isn't my friend, she's my drink friend. There's a huuuuuge difference. She provides the drink, I provide the weed I stole from my sperm donor. Shhhhh, don't tell him.
I got into the front hall, being as quiet as a fucking mouse. I slowly opened the door but to my luck, it made a big ass noise. Like "EEEEEEE"
Like, what the fuck door? What's your problem with me?
I then ran for my life, literally. I woke the dragon from his precious slumber. He may be off his tits with drugs but man, can that guy run.
I ran into a dark alley, hiding my 5'2 figure behind a huge trash can. And that's how you get away from scary old men y'all! Thanks for coming to my TED talk.
I made my way out of the alley and found myself on the sidewalk, I had a five minute walk to get to Tillie the Hill Billy bastard. Sorry Tils...
As I walked down the streets, some dick bumped into me.
"Oh shit did I bump into you?" I asked nicely.
"Yeah you fucking did." The mystery dickhead huffed.
"You bumped into me, you asshole!"
"Oh? What are you gonna do about it? Hurt me?" The man laughed.
A small smirk made its way on my lips as I kicked him in the balls. He groaned in pain. I then punched him in his stupid face, blooding dripping down his nose and my fists. He reached his pockets, I was 100% sure this man was pulling out a gun. He then pulled out his badge, revealing that I just assaulted a fucking police officer. Just my fucking luck, am I right?
He then held me down and called for back up. But I for one was not apologising. Fuck no. Not today Satan, not today.
~Two hours later~
I sat in the questioning room or something, I don't know the professional word for it. Singing Doja Cat to myself. I love you Doja gurl.
I'm usually in this place at least three time a week, I make their jobs a bit more fun. A familiar face came walking in. He shook his head in disbelief.
"Gerald! Long time no see!" I shouted.
His eyebrows went down, "Briella, I seen you on Monday."
"Yeah...long time no see! Feels like forever" I joked, hehehehe I love this guy.
"Brielle, we have to talk..." he whispered, looking at me sympathetically.
"What's up big G?" I questioned.
He took a deep breath before sighing.
"It's your dad, h-he's dead."
Authors note: RIP I guess. Aaaaaanyways I hope you enjoyed!!
