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Drugs Were Made for Addicts Like Me

The Eye

It seemed like hours, days, weeks. I felt like I had heard the story of the sky. I checked the time, 4 hours. I started to come down off my high and soon became aware of my surroundings. I slowly sat up and looked around. He was gone. I forgot his name. Green eyes.
I was cold. Really cold. The bright lively streets had fallen dim and lonely. I reached for my phone and had only four texts from Juliet apologizing for bothering me earlier and then one from Sammi demanding to know where I was and to get back now. Sometimes I felt like Sammi is the only one who cares. She's the only one who ever was a parent to me. I hated myself for making her worry.
No texts from my dad. Which means he either was still out partying, he's drunk and wasted, or he's finally given up on me. I wouldn't blame him.
I started walking. I was scared. I didn't know where I was. It was dark, cold, I was alone. I started to tear, water springing to my eyes. I felt like a little kid lost in Walmart. My breathing hitched and my eyes widened when I felt two hands on my shoulders, halting me. I froze but was spun around to face my captor.
"Ankhah.. Are you okay?"
I was met with a flash of green eyes. By this time I was shivering. When I didn't respond to him he took his jacket off and placed it around my shoulders, wrapping one arm around me.
"I'll walk you home."

the 10 minute walk was partially silent until I broke it by speaking.
"How do you know where I'm staying?"
"There aren't thousands of Ankhah's around. I know you're Andy's kid, and I've been on this entire tour with you for three months now."
"What? Who are you?"
"Ivy Rainfox. Singer. My band opens for Black Veil Brides."
"I never paid attention."
he laughed. "Not many people do." He was quiet for a minute. "I've always wanted an excuse to talk to you." That threw me off guard. I didn't respond. Just walked quietly. When we reached the bus I turned to face him, and then wrapped my arms around his waist. He was taller than me. He hugged me back and when I broke away, his eyes were lit up. "I'll see you again sometime," I said. I started to pull his jacket off but he stopped me. "Keep it, I've got plenty of others." I smiled and wrapped myself tighter in it. "Thanks."

I walked onto the tour bus and saw what seemed like a thousand pairs of eyes on me. I shrugged Ivy's jacket off my shoulders, leaving me in my white and blood splattered tank top.
Game face.
My brows furrowed, the defiant trademark look in my eyes and set jaw were my only defense here. In reality I was just a scared girl. But I had to look mean. I had to be mean.
Everyone was quiet. One ocean pair of eyes caught my attention.
Andy.
My dad stood up, towering over me. He walked slowly to me, mirroring my "set in my ways" look. i was terrified of him when he was mad.
"Where the hell have you been?"
"Out."
"I'm not fucking around where were you?"
my jaw clenched. "None of your goddamn business now leave me alone." I started to walk away when his large hand grabbed onto my arm and yanked me back, me stumbling as I was pulled back around to face him. I saw Sammi run to me and stand in between us. "Andy. Stop," she said to him gently. My breathing was staggered and stuttered. He scared me to death sometimes. She turned back to me. "Go." I ran to the bunks and climbed into mine, letting out violent sobs. He hates me. I've always been a burden. Mom told me he never wanted me and he wanted her to get rid of me. I'm such a disappointment. Stupid, worthless, gum under his shoe.
I was shaking again, crying violently but silently into my pillow. I heard the front door to the bus open and close, and then silence.
A few minutes later the curtain on my bunk slid open, causing me to panic. I threw my blankets over me. I felt the blankets being lifted away from me and then two strong arms wrap around from behind me. I opened my teary eyes and saw the familiar tattoos. One in particular. A black heart with Ankhah written in the middle of it in white. I spoke out with a raspy voice, "I'm sorry Daddy."
He kissed the back of my head. "It's okay baby. I just get so worried about you." I turned around, snaking my arms around his neck. "Do you love me?"
he looked like the question caught him off. But his eyes softened and he kissed me on the forehead as I laid my head on his chest. "I love you more than anything. I'm so sorry I've made you think different."
"I'm sorry that I'm not the daughter you deserve, Daddy. "