Tony Perry has been my best friend since longer than I could remember, we’ve been together forever. He was two years older than me,that never seemed to bother us, though. We grew up in San Diego, California, we’ve been neighbours ever since my family moved here when we were two. My dad passed away due to drug abuse back in 2003. I come from a broken family, my brother left us when I was really young, I have no memory of him or my father. My mom is a sadistic, abusive alcoholic who never was really there for me. I grew up practically raising myself, I cooked for myself, cleaned for myself, I grew up way too fast. I had my first job at the age of 10, delivering newspapers for minimum wage. I moved out of the house at age 17. I dropped out of school at the age of 16 to get a job to pay for my well-being. Tony never knew that. There was so many things he never knew. I started cutting at the age of 13 due to the daily abuse from my mom, she never knew. No one did, and no one would ever care. I’ve never loved myself, I’ve never trusted myself and I never really found out who the real me was, I grew up thinking this was normal, but in reality, my life was fucked. Big time. Music was really my only escape, I eventually saved up enough tips to buy myself a guitar from the local music shop. I spent all my free time playing it, I taught myself; I couldn’t afford lessons. On my days off I used to sit in front of the museum and play for tips from the passing strangers. I grew up listening to Blink-182, Green Day, Nirvana, My Chemical Romance, anything of that genre. I got diagnosed with depression when I was 15 and I’ve had anxiety ever since, I get panic attacks a lot. My name’s Emily, and this is who I am.

"Emily," Tony called as he knocked on my bedroom door, he had a key to my house so this was typical.

"Just a minute," I said as I quickly ran to my closet and pulled on one of Tony’s hoodies I had failed to return from the nights he stays with me. I opened the door and saw him standing there with his usual grin.

"Me and the guys are going bowling, you in?" He asked and I nodded my head. He walked in and sat on my bed while I changed in my walk-in closet. When I walked out Tony jumped up and grabbed my hand. We headed out the door and got into his pickup truck. We met the guys at the bowling alley and got our shoes.

"I’m gonna kick your ass," I stated, lauhging as we entered our names into the computer. Mike was ‘Whiskey Hands’, Jaime was ‘Hime-Time’, Vic was ‘Sexican’, Tony was ‘Turtle’ and I was ‘Emi-poop’.

"You’re so fucking on, Emi-shit." Mike said as he grabbed the bowling ball.

"It’s Emi-poop, get your shit together, Whiskey Hands." I laughed, taking a seat next to Jaime on the uncomfortable chairs. Mike guttered the ball both times, leaving him with a score of 0. Jaime finished his turn with a spare. Vic guttered the ball, just like his brother, causing everyone to laugh as he pouted.

"Must run in the family," I laughed as they both glared at me. Tony was up next and he knocked every pin down except for 2. Next it was my turn, I grabbed the pink bowling ball and threw it down the lane, getting a strike. I turned around and flipped them all off, laughing. I ended up beating them all in the end, not a bad day. Tony drove me home and hugged me goodnight before heading across the lawn to his house. I walked inside the house, shut the door and slid down the back of it. I’d always had a ‘thing’ for Tony, but hell would probably freeze over before I admitted that.

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