My Daughter is Like A Drug I'm Addicted! (Celebstars and Kckolbe)

Heels hit the sidewalk while making her way up the street. Sacha had been partying the night before, she couldn't remember what had happened during the course of the get together at a club but she woke up nearly twenty four hours later at a friend's home. Feeling terrible, it wasn't a hangover that was making her feel bad, it was the need and want for more of the drugs she had been taking over the last few weeks.

Continuing her walk she turned a corner on to a new street filled with houses. She was looking for the home which she had grew up in with her father. Sweating and looking a little rough, Sacha wanted to ask for money, maybe she could buy one last fix before she would stop for good. She hated feeling this way.

Approaching the door in yesterday's clothes which she partied in, Sacha used her keys and took herself inside. "Dad...." The blonde spoke, followed by a shout. "Dad!?"

With no reply, he must of been out? Which made her think of the money jar he had stashed in the bottom of his closet in his bedroom. Putting a finger to her teeth, she thought about her next moment on whether to steal from her own family.

Michael, a middle-aged man for whom staying up late had lost the appeal of novelty, had already gone to bed for the night, so he hadn't heard the door open and close, nor her call outs to see if he was in. The second one may have momentarily woken him up, but he drifted back into a half sleep without realizing what had disturbed him. A few minutes later, however, his eyes opened. It was still dark in the room, and he wasn't very awake, so he didn't see that Sacha had walked into his room. He could, however, hear something moving around, and, assuming it was his dog (as he knew of no one else he was expecting to be in the house) he offered a tired yet cheerful "what is it, boy?"

Having made her choice, the blonde started to climb the staircase, her soft hand running against the smooth railing, helping her to the top. On the carpeted floor, her heels were silent although a floorboard underneath just outside her father's bedroom gave away her presence. It didn't matter however, she believed she was on her own.

Entering her parent's room, it was dark inside yet she didn't turn on the light. The jar was near the door in a closet against the wall. Opening the piece of furniture, some rustling sounded, prompting her father to call out.

Eyes were bulging with fear as Sacha had her hands on the jar. She tried to stay silent.