[Turning You] On!

[Turning You] On! Chapter 27

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Without You - Chris Brown

I walked into my house. I was supposed to be getting some of my things and then head back to Terry’s to spend the night. I stayed at that boy’s house. I was surprised that he hadn’t gotten tired of me yet. I felt like I could never get tired of him though. I just loved spending time with him and I felt so good when I was with him. It was this amazing feeling that I couldn’t explain. I was just always drawn to him. When I wasn’t with himeI had to get near him.  I guess he just made me feel  complete.

“Brielle,” I heard my Dad call out. I rolled my eyes as I made my way to the kitchen where I heard his voice coming from, him and my mom were seated at the table. They seemed to be holding a deep conversation so I don’t know why he had called me in here.

“Hey,” I said after entering.

“How was school today?” he asked. Like he really cared.

“Good, the usual.”

“What are you about to do?” He questioned.

“Go over a friend’s house,” My mom scoffed as she turned her head away. She got on my nerves. Neither one of them knew that Terry and I were official which meant that I wasn’t fooling around with chicks anymore which is what they truly hated. I don’t even think my dad knew about Terry at all, but he knew that I fooled around with girls and let’s just say that he was on my mom’s side rather than mine.

“What friend?” He asked.

“Probably some slut,” My mom butted in.

“Are we done?” I asked aggravated.

“I want to know who you’re hanging out with.”

“Does it matter? You and mom already don’t approve. I know that.” I said not mentioning Terry.

“And we never will,” My mom stated.

“And that’s fine with me.” I said turning to leave the kitchen.

“We aren’t finished Brielle.” My Dad stated.

“What else is there to talk about?” I asked turning back to face them. He just looked at me. “Exactly.” I said as I headed back up to my room. I don’t even get why he was here at the moment. He was barely ever at home and when he was, there was always an argument. They had made it obvious that they didn’t care about the life I lived and that they wish that it was I that had died instead of my brother. I grabbed a duffel out my closet and began packing a bag for Terry’s. I packed clothes for the weekend and other things that I would need.

Once finished I grabbed my keys and headed downstairs. “Have fun,” My dad said as I was leaving.