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Ch. 6 Shake Tramp

Josh's POV

I wake up, looking around my room, and trying to remember last night. 
Last night!
I suddenly remember my dad yelling at my mom! 
I feel so pissed. I look down, seeing the mess I made last night on the floor. 
I growl. I stand up, still wearing my skinnies, and boxers. My room spins, as I try to regain my balance. 
I walk into the kitchen and suddenly realise, shit its cold in here! 
My mom looks at me, "Joshua! Are you okay?" 

I finally tell her, "Mom, I hate Dad! All he does is slap you like a bitch! And, excuse me, but you're taking it like a whore!" 
My mom looks at me, "Joshua Ramsay!" 
I shrug, "It's true!" 
My mom looks pissed, "I love your father. You're only sixteen! You don't know a thing!" 
 I look at her, "You're goddamn marriage is falling apart!"
I'm screaming now. Tears are in my eyes, as I continue.

"You don't get it, mom! He doesn't give two shits about you, or me! He just is using you to get money!" 

My mom looks at me venomously, "Joshua, go to your room. This conversation is over." 

I growl, as I storm out and run to my room, tears blinding me. I know I need to be high. I rush to the bathroom, feeling sick. I realise I'm never gonna be clean, my life is falling apart. My goddamn family is falling apart. 

I quickly find another bag of powder, and start boiling it. The needle is prepared, as I tighten another studded belt around my arm. I shoot up, feeling the world go super slow. 
I watch the bathroom swirl. My head is spinning, and I feel like throwing up again. I suddenly feel very hungry. I go to the kitchen, and make a sandwich. I bite into it, savouring the flavor for once. The peanut butter sticks to the roof of my mouth, and my throat feels tight. I feel so fucking hungry, I need to eat. I have the fucking munchies. I grab BBQ chips, and some Nutella. Fuck yes. I dip the chips into the sugary spread. I ate for like, an hour, not even feeling nauseous right now. I make my way to my room again, and pat my full stomach, smiling that I feel fine right now. 

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About an hour later, I feel like my stomach could explode. I sit up, feeling my stomach churn. I groan, walking into the bathroom. I think I am gonna throw up, as I look at myself. I'm so fucking fat. 

I do my usual routine, of kneeling on the ground and emptying myself. I shove my fingers down my throat, and watch my stomach contents spill into the toilet. I feel like that's the only thing I have control of in my life! 
I finish throwing up, and lie on my bed. 
Fuck my life....

*hiiiii!!!! I've added more! Please R&R! Xo Jules*