Y/N was a simple teenage girl or at least that's what she thought she was. Living with her parents wasn't the best but once they decided to move, everything changed.
She will have to fight only to get her lost memory or forget about them and make n...
I was relaxing on my bed and doodling some stuff on the pepper, when I heard the front door open. I sat up and got out of bed to see who came home, and like I had guessed it, my parents came in. It was currently 3:30pm, and I was extremely happy to get started. Maybe the happiness came from work or maybe, just maybe, I was excited to see Peter. And I could get to know his aunt better.
I walked back to my room and I felt the presence of my mom approaching me, "Hi hun. You should change in to work clothes. The neighbors will come soon." She motioned to my outfit and then looked around my room. "And maybe you can redecorate your room. It needs an update." She turned around and left to do her things.
My mom had picked up this habit, that she tells what's on her mind and forgets that people can still hear her. It drives me crazy sometimes, but I have to live with it, because if I say something that she doesn't like coming from my mouth, then she will tell my father and I wouldn't want that.
I learned to live with it and just ignore her. But what she said was true. I did need to decorate this room. We just moved here, but the wallpaper was hideous. My head swam with different options of this room, but I had to cut it short. I got back to my world and not in my head and picked simple clothes that I will be using for painting and work.
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I was done with my room and I heard my dad yelling for me. He needed some help with work instruments and I had no choice but to help him. It wasn't surprising that he needed help from me because he would usually make me do small thing even when I was taking a nap once. My mom talked him about it and since that time he lets me sleep.
Ian was still in his room doing something, maybe his homework that he does last second or just playing games. My parents would care either way. He could be failing school, and they would make me do his work, but he always does it himself because I think he knows very well my relationship with my dad. Then I hard a knock from the door.
My dad went to open the door, but it was the stuff that arrived and was sent up. I was starting to get worried that they decided to not come or had other more important plans.
Then came another knock on the door. I wanted to open it because my dad was busy at the moment, but my dear mother had swooped in right in front of me. I was pushed aside, and my dad came up behind her, and now I was fully out of the way. She opened the door and it was them. My parents stepped more back, so they could come in our apartment. I saw Peter and he had changed clothing. He was wearing sweatpants and a simple gray t-shirt.
He saw me looking at him and flashed a smile at me. "Welcome in. Thank you so much for helping us. You can leave when ever you like." My dad greeted them with the fakest happy voice I've ever heard from his mouth. From their point of view we looked like a normal happy family but when you're in here, it is a living hell that you can only escape when you turn 18.
If I ever heard my dad talk like that, I wouldn't even recognize him. It was so weird and it sounded wrong. Like he wasn't capable of being nice.
