replied.
“It’s very short . I don’t think it’s appropriate.”
I shrugged. “So ?”
“Honey, if you go out with so much on show and drink the amount you have been , anything could happen.”
I didn’t care about that. I already felt cheap and dirty most of the time now , so some guy copping a feel meant nothing. And I didn’t care if something worse happened. How could I? How could I be scared to die when I felt so guilty for living?
“Don’t you think you should stay in tonight,” she said. A suggestion, not a demand. It was so infuriating. I wanted her to ground me and mean it. I wanted her to shout and get angry. I wanted her to fix this whole situation. I knew that was selfish, she’d lost her husband, but I needed her to fix me.
I couldn’t do it on my own. I didn’t even know how to.
“ The dress is fine. See you later.” I waved my hand over my shoulder as I walked out of the room, ending the conversation there. As I thought, she didn’t try to stop me. Since the funeral she’d half given up being the parent. I could do whatever I wanted and she wouldn’t do a thing about it. Well, she might occasionally shout but nothing came of it.
Slamming the front door in frustration, I walked to Adam’s car, parked at the side of the road.
Show time.
“Hey,” I said, plastering on my perfected fake smile.
His eyes flicked down to my outfit and almost bulged out of his head. He wasn’t used to seeing me in short dresses either.
“Hey. Everything okay?” he asked.
I nodded and unscrewed the top off the vodka hidden in my handbag. Taking a swig, I winced as the alcohol burned my throat. I didn’t like the taste but it did the job .
“Fine, ” I said.
Adam sighed and shook his head but said nothing. That was about as bad as it got. He and Sophie never mentioned what happened, and I was so thankful for that. They knew I didn’t want to talk about it. They were pretty much the only friends I saw from school no w, the rest of them kept up shoving sympathy at me. I didn’t want sympathy, I wanted my dad, but that couldn’t happen, so fuck it all.
We stopped at Sophie’s and Adam beeped the horn. Soph walked out seconds later. Her short, dark brown bob whipped across her face as she skipped towards us. Her pale eyes shone with excitement for the night ahead. I envied her that.
“Good evening, ladies,” she said, grinning at Adam.
Choosing to say nothing, he rolled his eyes and pulled out of her drive.
Sophie was an awesome friend. I could always count on her and she knew exactly how to handle every situation, which was why she never mentioned the accident. We’d known each other since the start of high school, six years ago. Adam on the other hand, had only been friends with us for two years when he moved out of London. But I was still equally close to them both.
Ten minutes later and listening to Sophie ramble on about how she was ge tting with some guy called Greg, I was really ready to get out of the car. I was more than relieved when Kai’s detached, red brick house came into view.
I got out of the car literally as soon as Adam stopped. As much as I loved Sophie I couldn’t stick the cheer for much longer. Thankfully, Kai had something going on at his house almost every night, even if it was just a few friends over. We hung out when he finished work, too, so I was never home much anymore. Weekends were reserved for parties and tonight was going to be a drunken one.
The door was open as a few people trailed inside behind a guy carrying a big speaker. Kai was lucky his neighbour was a little way down the road, or the neighbour was. The motorbike that Kai made me scream over a few hours ago was safely tucked away in the garage. He usually left it out if it wasn’t meant to rain. My cheeks heated just by looking at the garage door, knowing it was behind.
I left Adam and Sophie talking to a couple of people by the front door and went to find Kai. The living room had a fair