Envious // Leo Howard

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"What do you mean it was all my fault?!" I asked incredulously.

"Why am I surprised? It's always her fault," my mom scoffed.

"I wasn't the one slapping people!" I protested.

"You may not have slapped her, but you don't need to rub the fact that you're on the show and she's not, in her face!" Aunt Cherry scolded.

"How did I do that?!" I asked.

"You're always hanging out with the cast, always posting pictures of you guys on set, and always beaming about it! How is that not rubbing it in her face?!" my mom countered.

"I just think you guys don't like the fact that I'm actually happy for the first time in 10 years!" I argued.

"How dare you!" Aunt Cherry gasped. "We raised you, fed you, and funded you and this is how you repay us?!"

"You only did those things because you were obligated to! Not because you wanted to!" I yelled.

"Sasha Victoria Clearwater! Don't yell at Aunt Cherry! How many times do I have to tell you?!" my mom exclaimed angrily.

"I'm not yelling at her for the fun of it! I'm defending myself!" I defended.

"Sasha, that is no way to speak to your mother!" Aunt Cherry glared.

"She may have given birth to me, but she's no mother. I've only known Mrs. Holt for a year, yet she's more of a mother than you," I growled.

"What are you talking about?! I've always been there for you!" my mother argued.

"You never were! The first role I ever got was Annie in the school play, but when I told you, you gave me a time out! When I got the role of Quinn, you comforted Nicole instead of celebrating with me! When I complained about Nicole, you'd always call her the angel and me the devil!" I retorted angrily. She's really pissing me off.

"That was because she had broken her leg!" my mother defended.

"That was 10 years ago! What's your excuse for the special treatment now?" I challenged.

"It's not an excuse, it's being a good aunt!" she replied.

"What happened to being a good mother?!" I shouted. "What happened to being a good aunt?!" I looked at Aunt Cherry.

"What happened to being a good daughter or niece?! You have become so entitled over the last year and a half, I barely recognize you anymore!" Aunt Cherry screamed.

"Maybe that's because you barely pay attention to me anymore! You never payed attention to me! It's always Nicole this, Nicole that!" 

"That's because she deserves it! You don't, you spoiled little bitch!" my mom snapped.

"How am I spoiled?! I barely got anything in life! Whenever I want something it's always, 'Use your allowance', but whenever Nicole wants something it's always, 'Here, darling, have 100 dollars'!" I exclaimed. "You've neglected me since I was 5, sometimes forget to feed me, call me a fat pig when I do eat, and you're never proud of me when I excel at something! You are the definition of the worst guardians ever!"

"You can take that mouth into your room right now, missy!" my mom pointed upstairs, fuming.

"No, Kristy! She's always been a burden on our family anyway! Kick her out of the house!" Aunt Cherry suggested. 

"You can't do that! I'm only 15!" I protested.

"Maybe you should've thought about that before you decided to talk back!" Aunt Cherry screamed.

"I wouldn't talk back if you just gave me the respect I deserve!" I pointed out.

"Sasha, go pack your things," my mother scarily calmly told me.

"I can't go out there on my-"

"-Go pack your things! We'll give you til morning to get out of this house!" my mother cut me off.

"But-"

"-NOW!" she cut me off again. I sprinted upstairs packing everything in the room into trash bags. Classy, I know, but I'm in a rush. Everything from my clothes to Bubba's stuff was thrown into trash bags. Everything I had was so much I didn't know how I'd get it anywhere. It was around 3 in the morning when I had everything packed and ready to go, including a groggy Bubba. I remembered what Liv had said. She said if I needed a place to go, to go to her house. So that's where I'm planning to stay for the night.

Now, how to get there is what stumps me. I need someone to drive me there since I don't have my license, but I don't want anyone to be mad at me for waking them up in the middle of the night. There was only one person who came to mind that wouldn't mind me taking away an hour of their beauty sleep. Leo. I dialed his number quickly, letting it ring. It only took about 3 rings before my groggy boyfriend woke up.

"Hello?" he groggily greeted.

"Can you come pick me up?" I asked quietly, not wanting to wake up the others because it'd only end worse for me.

"Of course," his voice seemed to wake right up after my request. "Are you ok? Where are you? Do I need to call the cops?"

"I'm fine, I'm at my house, and it's not so serious we need to get the cops involved. I don't think," I mumbled the last part to myself, but the mic picked it up.

"What do you mean, you don't think?" Leo asked quickly.

"I just got kicked out of my house. My mo- Kristy, the owner of the house, wants me out by morning," I replied.

"I'll be there in 10," Leo promised before hanging up. He did not disappoint. He came to my house around 3:15am, and we finished loading up my things around 3:45am. Yeah, I have a lot of stuff, but I earned it with my own money. Unlike Nicole. "So, what happened? You don't have to tell me if you're not ready to talk about it," he quickly added.

"Well, Kristy and Cheryl blamed me for Nicole getting fired. We got into a fight and it ended with me being kicked out," I explained.

"You're using their real names?" Leo asked as he started driving.

"Well, since they practically disowned me, I don't see the reason to call them mom or Aunt Cherry anymore," I shrugged.

"Fair enough. Now, before I get too far, where to?" he asked.

"Liv's house."