As soon as I walk back - in the rain may I add - I walk through the front door and I smell something. I sniff the air, it smelt like pepperoni pizza.
My tummy starts to growl and I instantly tell it to shut up, making Mum startle, and she turns her head around the corner.
“Oh, you’re back,” she says, holding a glass of wine.
“Of course I’m back.” I say, a little sarcastically.
I put my soaked jacket on the hook near the front door, and walk towards where the smell is coming from.
I look in the dining room and see Mum and her twat boyfriend at the table, with my brother, Layton, slouching on the sofa scoffing down pizza at a hundred miles an hour.
He has this emo/scene black haircut with a few piercings here and there. And he is really fucking annoying.
I sit down on the furthest chair at the table, place my bag on the floor, and grab a slice of pizza.
“So, how was your day?” Mum’s boyfriend, Ryan, asked.
Trying to make small talk, is he? You just know this is going to go down in flames.
He knows I don’t like him, and I definitely know I don’t like him. Why doesn’t he just leave? For god sake.
“It was alright,” I say, not giving him any eye contact. I just focused on eating my pizza.
I could feel Mum glaring at me.
“Why do you have to be like that?” she yelled. I told you this would go down in flames.
“What did I do? At least I fucking answered him!” I yelled back, grabbing my bag ready to go to my room.
“Don’t you dare swear at me! Why can’t you just give him some slack?” Give HIM some slack? Seriously? Is she being fucking serious??
As usual she takes his side. She doesn’t understand at all what I have to deal with, or how I feel.
I run upstairs to my room and lock the door behind me. I normally have the last word and win the argument, but right now, I can’t be bothered with it. I put in my new 1975 album at high volume, and try and calm my breathing down.
Petty arguments like that make my depression worse, and I don’t want to be in that sort of place again. I’m pretty happy with myself, though.
I’m nearly a month clean, and my panic attacks haven’t acted up for a few days, so I guess I’ve had a good streak so far.
But Mum and twat-face isn’t going to help. I just need to forget that argument ever happened.
I just close my eyes, and flop on my bed, forgetting about the world while listening to the calming beats of the 1975 song ‘Chocolate’.
A/N: Wow what a short crappy chapter that was. I am not at all happy with it, so I'll give it editing later. Anyway, thanks if you're reading my story, it's about to get better, so sorry if you're bored shitless >.<
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Teen Fiction“I’m just tired of people leaving all the time.” I explain, my eyes blurry with the tears in my eyes. “I understand,” he said, “but I won’t leave you.” He wrapped his arms around my waist. “Everyone says that, and then they’re gone. How do I know th...
