Tales of the Storage Space, Part 62

Imogene only looked up from her phone when her father at last drew blood.

“Like mother like daughter, always on the fucking phone!”

She like blinked at his like tight, faded face while licking the blood off her lip, then past him at her mother like curled up on the coach, ignoring Imogene’s latest beating as usual. It was bible; she only had eyes for her own phone. Real Life really sucked.

Her father like shoved his face inches from Imogene’s, blotting out her view of anything else. “So…you going to remember…tomorrow!…to bring me back that stuff I gave you to keep safe?”

Imogene like thought anything was better than his booze breath till he like pulled back to backhand her so hard she reached up to check her teeth. One felt loose. “Like, yeah, Dad, tomorrow! I promise!”

His face was like back in hers. “Don’t…fucking…forget!” But then he went back to the coach to sit next to her def-not-woke mother, who was all covered with bruises and shit and still busy with her phone.

Imogene looked down at her own phone to find like a million messages, like all sorry about the beating, but only really read the last.

^URSunPC&proud: UOK?

WTFwasImogeneCoca: Tooth loose!!!

^URSunPC&proud: Zayum! Don’t wiggle it. Might unloose.

WTFwasImogeneCoca: < cray cray ugly.

^URSunPC&proud: U? No! Never saw u RL but know u better than RL here. Def as lit/popping as party you cudn’t go to.

WTFwasImogeneCoca: Wud hv met u there?

^URSunPC&proud: RL? I mean real Real Life? RL=bad. RL spoils all. Here=better/safe. If u’d gone 2 party I’d hv stayed home.

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