Kylee glared, her eyes felt like stone. She recognized this man; she looked at him, her mind in a haze. She thought maybe it was one of her mothers many boyfriends after her father ditched the family. She looked at him and remembered seeing a photograph of him before. She looked at the girl; she must have been about fourteen or fifteen, at least Kylee thinksshe did. The man stared at Kylee and Mayella for a second; he looked away and went to head for the door.
“Kylee, “Mayella cried.
“How dare you show your face?” Kylee asked her voice on the verge of tears.
“Who is this dad?” the girl asked.
“Jade, she is just someone I knew.”
“Sorry I don’t know you,” he said choking on his words.
“You are a fucking liar.”
“You are running away from your problems. You are a coward.” Mayella said when she saw Thomas leave for the car.
“You ditched responsibility.”
“You expect me to forget the fact that you ditched your daughter.”
She was unrecognizable. She wasn’t the cute little girl with the cute pink tails that he last remembered. She reminded him of a sex object, a whore no less. He felt uneasy.
Kylee sat down, shaking, rummaging through her purse. She was getting really agitated when she pulled out a small bag that contained a needle. Mayella looked back.
Kylee closed her eyes; tears were running down her face. Her face was white as snow, and her feet were heavy. She injected the substance into her arm. She looked down at the ground; huffing and a smile overcame her slender cheeks. She looked up at Mayella and then her father.
“Heroin. Your child is addicted to heroin.”
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Poem / Young Adult
Book / Young Adult
Short Story / Health and Fitness
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