𝙘𝙧𝙪𝙚𝙡 𝙬𝙤𝙧𝙡𝙙 // 𝙩𝙤𝙩𝙖𝙡 𝙙𝙧𝙖𝙢𝙖 𝙝𝙞𝙜𝙝𝙨𝙘𝙝𝙤𝙤𝙡

thirty two.

a/n LMFAO I JUST READ OVER SOME OF MY EARLY CHAPTERS AJKDKSLSLS THE CRINGE PLS
IM BINGING OUTERBANKS

also, realised I'm walking on thin ice doing two storyline's at once lmao let's see this become a self destruction 😍

courtney.

i left the doctors office somewhat sad. it was like everyone was treating me differently. i knew they all had the best intentions but why was everyone like every second word would trigger something. it was just so stressful. i dropped bridge off at home and even she was cautious to hug me for doing a favour.

"bye court, if you need anything-" bridgette said.
"yes i know, i will call you" i said in return. she smiled and waved. she opened the door and went inside. a faint sigh left my lips as i got back into the car. it didn't occur to me how big this actually was. maybe it was one of those things that i would just forget. oh how i wished i would forget. i begged that i didn't feel threatened when i went on a jog, that every time i got a phone call, it was him apologising, even though that would fix nothing. nothing would repair my heart that had been torn apart. no matter how much i pretended it wasn't a big deal. i walked up the steps into my house. i made out two figures in the window. one with brunette hair with grey streaks and one with a tie and white shirt. it was my parents. what the hell did they want.

"courtney!" my mother said. i pushed her away, disgusted that she thought she could hit me a few nights ago and pretend it was all okay. my dad looked the same as always. unimpressed.
"sit" he said sternly. dad attempted to touch my shoulder but i lifted my sleeve to show him the colours he painted.
"what do you want?" i asked.
they shared a look.
"well, for starters the sofa isn't clean. i can still see the cushions out of order." my mother "joked" trying to ease the tension.
"well yeah that's what couches are for. if i didn't sit on it it would just be a big piece of leather taking up space." i answered with a tone.
"don't get smart on me young lady!" my dad yelled, pointing a finger.
"or what? you'll hit me?" i was done with their bullshit. absolutely finished. nothing was ever good enough. ever. talk about self esteem.
"courtney!" my mother yelled.
my face flushed red.
"how dare you?" i asked. "courtney" she said in a lower tone. "no seriously, what suddenly compelled you, did you suddenly pluck up the courage to be nice to your daughter?" i yelled at her.
"courtney" she repeated. this time it was quieter.
"courtney, i'm divorcing your dad. i'm sorry." she said.

"not surprised" i said tiredly.
although it doesn't make sense, i didn't shed a tear. this didn't matter to me. "you don't care?" she asked through gritted teeth.
"no" i shrugged.
"why?" she asked again, except this time she was genuinely confused.
"you're asking me why? maybe because i don't ever see you and when i do, i get abused mentally. which hurts so much more than physical pain." i continued. "not to be "dramatic" or anything, but i got sexually assaulted. and you don't care. you just don't. and i have no idea why." i finally poured out my throat.
"so what have you been doing? huh? rambling on to your boyfriend and "friends", wake up. they don't care. it's never going to be okay, sweetie" she said cupping my cheek.
"you manipulative bitch!" i pushed her off.
"you're exactly what i don't need. I'm not even sure the police know what happened, now you telling me no one cares about me?" i was finally fed up.
"I'll let myself out" i let out.
i opened the door and left quickly.

i made my way to duncan's house. not because i forgave him for the little bark frenzy we had before but because i had no where else to go. his mum and family wasn't home so i let myself in. he smirked once he met me in the lounge room.
"well, well, well, look who washed up to shore" he humoured himself apparently.
"haha, you're funny" i said back.
"woah, no snarky comeback? babe what's wrong?" he asked.
"think about it" i said raising an eyebrow.
"oh, sorry" he finally realised.
"my parents came back." i put my phone down.
"that must be ass"
"it is" i flopped onto the couch.
"i'm sorry about today, i really am. it's just that this whole thing is so new to me" he confessed.
"a duncan apology? so rare! get the cameras out!" i smiled.
"don't you forget how we got back together" he flopped next to me.
"fair" i agreed. "to be honest that was the best moment of my life." i confessed too.
"really?" he asked.
"hm." i hummed.
he grinned to himself then sat up.
"we're okay now?"
"sure" i agreed again.
we sat in silence.
"so what happened? not to be rude, but why did you come here? like i understand your parents and all-"
"its fine." i reassured him. "they're getting a divorce and are driving me insane" i shrugged.
"understandable" he shrugged back.

it was nice to hang out with duncan. we talked for hours and i finally convinced myself to get home and sleep. not much sleeping would get done if i was at Duncan's all night. i'm referring to his huge family by the way, let's not be disgusting here.

my parents were gone, again, by the time i got home. must of had something else on. it was okay though, not anything i wasn't used to.

a/n yes the heather story line will be soon dw besties let's just get this little thing out the way xo