Shiloh
Shiloh
All week Kat was non-stop talking about a party one of her rave friend’s was having. It was like, is it Friday yet so you can shut the hell up?
“So, we’re going right?” Kat asked with a sly smirk. “Please don’t make me go to a party all by myself girls.” I glanced over at Lila. Her long dark brown hair was pulled into a high pony and she was snacking on a granny smith apple. “Even if Miss Perfect,” Kat directed the face she was making at Lila, “doesn’t come, you should! There’s gonna be super hot guys there that can get us alcohol.” She sang and twirled her dark blue hair around her middle finger.
“I never said no, but I never said yes.” Lila stated. “Are you gonna go Shy?” I was on the fence about it. I felt bad leaving my brothers and sister with my mom and step-dad all night, but I could really use a night away from them. If I heard them argue about who drank who’s liquor one more time, I was gonna pop.
“Where is it again?” I asked.
“It’s at my friend Austin’s house. Him and his roommates just got a new place and they wanted to throw a new house party or something. I think Sasha and Emily are going too.”
“Don’t pressure her into if she doesn’t want to.” Lila inserted.
“We get it, you don’t want to go, enough now.” Kat silenced Lila.
“Hey, be nice you two.” I giggled. “Lila, will you go if I do?” She glanced up from her phone and sighed.
“My parents are away this weekend and my brother is staying at a friend’s, so I don’t see why not. I’ll come with you guys.” She cheekily smiled at Kat who rolled her eyes and made a face.
“Okay, now that she wants to go, how about you?” I ran my fingers through my hair nervously. My eyes darted from her phone to mine to Lila’s and then back to mine.
“What time should I be ready?” I asked smiling.
“Do you guys mind if I catch you later?” Lila asked. “I need to help my brother with something. Are you going to drive us Kat?”
It bugged me a little that Lila and Kat didn’t get along. I like both of them, but sometimes Kat can be a little hard on Lila. She has a bigger personality than Lila and sometimes I think that the fact she’s so quiet a lot of the time, it bothers Kat. I tried to tell her that she’s a shy and quiet gal, but Kat said whatever and moved on to the next topic. I was happy that Lila was coming with us. She normally doesn’t get to go out much since she has to take care of her brother and work. Her brother’s cute and sweet, but trouble seems to find him wherever he goes. Her mom is a bigger alcoholic than mine. I feel bad for Lila often since she has a lot more to deal with.
When I got home no one was home. Thank goodness. I really didn’t want to see anyone. I grabbed a snack and locked myself away in my room.
I messaged Gigi and McKenna and told them I was going to a party. They’d already told me about their adventures at college.
Since breaking up with Jonsey, I’ve been trying to find some guys that I really vibe with. I only let loose after that break up and that was when Gigi and McKenna and I got wasted off a bottle of vodka and walked around the neighborhood till 3 with no shoes. That was a night to remember. We passed out in McKenna’s front yard with a towel placed over us. McKenna said she put the towel over us and Gigi said that McKenna’s Mom did. If her Mom did, and never asked why we were asleep on the front lawn, she must’ve been out of her goddamn mind.
“Shiloh? Are you home?” I heard my step-dad Grant call.
“In my room Grant,” I hollered back. He appeared in the doorway with his neon yellow construction hoodie blinding me. He looked really dirty. He leaned against the doorframe. “What’s up?”
“Your mother got arrested for another DUI.” He said flatly.
“Are you fucking kidding me?” I was so annoyed with her. She promised after last time that she’d never drink and drive again. “When?”
“A couple hours ago.” He said. Great, that means she started drinking when she took Avery to his doctor’s appointment. I knew I should’ve taken him.
“Where’s Avery?” I asked.
“He’s with Essie,” Grant started to take his sweatshirt off. “She picked him up at the doctors not long after Mom got taken down town.” Thank goodness for my grandma. What was Mom thinking?
“Is she going to get bailed out or is she staying?” I wiped some of the angry tears out of my eyes. “I’m so fucking mad at her.”
’Language!” He exclaimed.
“I can swear if I want to Grant! Is my grandpa going to do something about this, or not?” He rubbed his temples and sighed.
“He’s going to get her out, but he’s not pleased with this.” This party was looking better and better the more my step-dad talked. “Luckily, for your mother, Avery wasn’t in the car at the time of the arrest. But it looks like they’re going to revoke her license since this is her third DUI.” I felt my phone vibrate underneath me. “Are you staying in tonight?”
“Probably not.” I snapped, reaching for my phone. Grant was the lesser of two evils, but I say that loosely. He tries his best to stay away from “that devil hooch” as he likes to call it. But every weekend someone buys a new bottle of something and the other ends up drinking all of it. And when I say all of it, I mean they drink the entire bottle to themselves. Usually it’s my mom though. “I don’t mean to snap, I’m sorry.”
“Essie should be here with Avery soon,” Grant said. “I’m going to go shower. Dylan should also be getting off the bus fairly soon.” He walked towards his and my mom’s room.
“Do you want me to go get Marlie?”
“Oh shit! Yeah, that’d be amazing!” Great fucking parenting, forgetting to pick up your daughter. He closed the door behind him.
I drove a couples miles down the road to my sister’s daycare. Of course he didn’t want to do pick up. He doesn’t want to tell his own fucking daughter that her mother got drunk and did something stupid.
“Shiloh!” Marlie was at the computer with a few friends playing some games. She ran over and I embraced in a tight hug. “What’re you doing here? Are you here to pick me up? Where’s mommy?” Do I just say she drank too much and the police took her? Does Marlie even understand what that means? I was stressing. Last time Mom got arrested we told her she went away for a weekend. She’s a little older now and I know she’ll catch on if we’re lying. I was gonna let her Dad break the news in whatever stupid way he thought of.
Grant was in the process of “making” dinner. Heating up some chicken nuggets and putting a frozen pizza in the oven. Marlie had somehow swindled me into playing Barbie’s with her. My phone vibrated on the couch, must be a text from Kat, I thought. And sure enough it was. I’m coming by 8:30 and we’ll get Lila after. Tell ur parents u r staying at my house :b I glanced at the clock. I only had an hour to get ready.
Grant had already finished off a six-pack and just opened another one.
“Dinner’s ready, can you get your brothers please?” Grant asked from the kitchen.
“Why me? You’re closer to the basement door.” I snapped back.
“Jesus, Shiloh go get your fucking brothers!” He shouted. Marlie looked scared due to the volume he’d yelled at.
“It’s okay Mar, I’ll be right back.” She began to cry. “It’s okay, don’t cry please don’t cry. Grant’s a little irritated because mommy isn’t here.” She wiped her tears and nodded. I was still feeling rattled. I really don’t like when he raises his voice like that. Before going downstairs I replied to Kat. What do U want me to wear? I was feeling even more guilty for leaving Marlie alone. Dylan and Avery could care less sometimes about the others in this house.
“Shiloh!” Grant bellowed again. I walked into the kitchen. He was chugging his beer and he stopped when he saw me. “I don’t know if I can tell her, can you please?” He reached for a small bottle of Jack and took a big swig. “All I’ve come up with is saying she’s gone for a couple days again.”
“That’s fine,” I said annoyed. “Go with that. What am I supposed to know what to say when even her own goddamn father can’t—,” he slapped me straight across the face.
“Go get your fuckin’ brothers.” He began chugging his beer again.
Wear whatever u want! U got nice titties, I say U should flaunt them ;) Kat’s text made me chortle. She reminded me of a blue haired gazelle. She has long legs that she often flaunts in fishnets. I'm often fascinated by her beauty and outfit choices.
