Life Points Onwards[Re-Writing]

Chapter 27

"So that's where you've been sneaking off to.. All this time?" My mother pursed her lips together, hard enough to make them bleed. Janice stood right next to her, with exactly the same expression.

"She's nice!" I tried to explain, but neither of them wanted to hear it.

"She's dangerous!" My mother yelled, and stood up from her seat. "If I ever see you with her again, I will throw you in that facility William is in right now." The room went silent. I sucked in a breath and looked down.

William was still a harsh topic to talk about, and I used to get panic attacks just thinking about the situation.

"Mom maybe-" Janice cut into the tension, regarding my mother first. But I had absolutely no interest in listening to what either of them had to say.

"I'm going out." I grabbed my coat and began to put it on, when my mother grabbed it from my body.

"You're not going anywhere," she hissed and threw the coat onto the ground. "Not until we have a sensible conversation."

"Are any of our conversations like that? No. You want to know why?" I paused for effect. "It's cause you never listen to me. And why do you care where I go?"

"You'll probably go to visit that damn bitc-" Janice quickly grasped my mother's arm to stop her from cussing.

"Mother..." Janice sent a death glare towards me, and I looked away. Why was I always accused of the feuds we had?

"Coat or not, I'm leaving," I yanked the door's handle and walked outside to feel the chilly air. Although it was only July, the autumn air had arrived before its date. Looking back, I would remember when me and... I suddenly jumped in shock.

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"It was 2014... or was it 2015?" After my sudden memory, I had ran back into the house ignoring the strange stares of Janice and my mother. Flipping through my diary, I tried to find the date of a boy... a boy... who I had known for such a long time...

"Megan, open the door." I ignored my sister, and continued to flip through the pages of my diary. "Megan, I just want to talk." But I don't.

I didn't answer, and instead just stared at the words sitting in front of me. I could hear her shuffling in front of the door, and then it went silent. I felt the urge to cry, but there was no reason to. Although my parents had always treated me the same way through my life, I knew I couldn't blame them for it. We had always been stuck in a tight situation, and all they were doing was trying to help it. Others now thought that I was a freak or a cocky, arrogant, girl. After years of paying debt, my mother and father had made more than enough money, and we were living in one of the best houses in Los Angeles.

"Megan, please open this door..." My sister's voice was cracking, and so was I. Reluctantly, I opened the door and my mother and Janice tramped in. Of course. Why didn't I realize that my mother would come in too?

"I heard you have a boyfriend, Megan." There was venom in her voice. She glared at me and sat down at the edge of my bed. "You are prohibited from having a boyfriend, and you know that."

"I never agreed to it. I simply listened to you." I incredously said to my mom. She pursed her lips harshly and then stood over me.

"If you want to go your own way, leave my house!" My mother walked out the room, leaving me and my sister.

"You're so stupid. Why would you piss mom off like that?" Janice inquired. I turned around and rolled my eyes. She didn't know a thing. What I'd seen in the attic a couple days ago didn't help my situation.

"Only for my reasons. Leave." I coldly responded, leaving Janice to spit on the floor and leave. She could be heard stomping her feet from a mile away.