Delia's P.O.V I sip my last swig of liqour from The Grey Goose bottle and fall down to the floor giggling uncontrollably. I can see with blurred vision that Jack, Kassy, Jacob, and Dylan are dangling there bodies on the couch. While Crissy is just watching us with a shameful experssion on her face. Its not the first time she supervised us while we were this drunk. After that thought my mind goes blank and everything turns black. I wake up the next morning with a major migrane and the smell of vomit lingering in the air around me. I try to remember the events of yesterday, but nothing pops into my mind. I knew i shouldnt have drank that much, but it relives all the pain my parents depress on me every single moment im by them. "Good morning, Delia" says Jacob in his usual Im-Sexy-Without-Even-Trying tone. He smiles and flips his dark brown hair showing his magnifint light blue eyes. "What time is it?" i ask with my groggy morning voice. "12:30 pm." He replies back without hesitation. "I gotta go!" i say hastily and sprint out of the house. I know that if i dont come back home and make breakfeast before my parents get up or im going to get hit.
Delia's P.O.V ---------------- I finally arrive to my beaten up house and as soon as i open the large wooden door a fork comes flying at me. I duck as soon as i see it and luckily the fork ends up falling in the unkept lawn to where it will probably never will be found again. "Leave!" yells a angry man who has a long knotted black beard and is unhealthily over weight. "Dad, are you drunk?" i asked trying to sound concerned and shocked, but in reality i know that my father can be drunk daily and frankly i stopped caring. "No-o-oo" He stutters and struggles to make out the short word. Its embarrassing to even think I'm related to this so called human being. Then my Mother comes out with a suit case in hand. "You need to leave now. Your not welcome here." She says hastily and jumps her plump body inside after giving me the blue suitcase full of my belongings. "Why?" i ask a little puzzled considering i do everything for them. I clean, cook, work, and make sure that their taken care of every single day of the week. But of course when i don't obey their every need they feel the reason to throw me out. Then a large hand burned a sharp stingy pain on my cheek. After that i burst into tears. "Cause i said so! Get lost" he screeched. Then i ran towards Crissy's house. I just knew i had to tell her what happened. She did tell me a while ago that the next time this happens she has a plan to help me.
Crissy's P.O.V I slam my front door of my house full of anger and betrayal. I cant believe i just caught my dad exchanging saliva with a tramp! Doesn't he know bringing a home-wrecker to the house is going to destroy our simple family? I start running to get away from the sight of the house and the new memories that lye there. When all of sudden i bump into a small sobbing figure holding a suitcase. "Delia" i ask draining all my anger at this sight. "Hi, Crissy." She says with tears still streaming down her face. "let me guess it happened again" i assume and then i take the suitcase from her so she can walk easier. "ye-s" she stutters. "okay lets go to Jakes house for now and discuss about it" i say with a cheering up smile.