8
I held the white pills in my hand, staring at them and not being able to make a decision.
"Hell," I grumbled as I dropped them in the toilet and flushed them.
I sighed and let my knees go weak as I fell to the ground and put my head in my hands. What the hell is wrong with me?
"You okay?"
I looked up to see my dad standing at the doorframe of the bathroom with his arms crossed over his chest.
I sighed, shrugging.
My dad frowned as he stepped in and came over to me, coming down to sit with me. We both leaned our backs against the shower door.
"Want to talk about it?"
I shrugged, leaning my head down on his shoulder. "Boy problems."
He let out a small laugh, "Your mom would be a lot of help right now. I always worried about when you'd get to the age where you'd have boy problems
