Tragic Smile

Who am I?

I held on to the railing on the stairs, trying to keep myself up. What were they doing here? What does he mean he is here to take me home?

"What do you mean you're here to take me home?" I forced myself to speak.

"Shall we go inside? There is no use doing this in public." My mum crossed her arms over her chest. Of course she didn't want to do it here, God forbid she looked bad in public.

I caught eye contact with my brother, he stood there with a proud look on his face. I brushed by him to unlock the door and we all flooded in to the flat.

"I'll put the kettle on." Beth said as she closed the door behind us. Tea solves everything, right?

We walked in to the living room and I couldn't help but cringe when my mum went to sit down and noticed one of Beth's thongs lying out for them all to see. I made a mental note to remind her to hide her panties in future.

I moved them away and we all sat down. "Why are you here?" I looked at my brother as I asked my parents, knowing it was all his fault.

"We think it's about time you come home. Your brother has told us you're falling off the rails." My mum was the first to speak up.

My toes curled at the anger cruising through me. "You said what?" I raised my voice slightly.

"Olivia, you was MIA for an entire weekend pretty much. A weekend in which I had paid for and paid a lot of money for." Nick replied, acting as if this gave him good reason to be an ass.

"You called me selfish for coming to Manchester in the first place! I had just lost the love of my life!" My eyes watered, thinking about our argument.

My dad stood up and walked to the window, letting out a sigh at the same time. "We didn't come here for a fight, Olivia. I think you should go pack your things. You can't be here ignoring your issues and being careless. Nick has told us you have lost your job."

I felt like I was being attacked and no one was going to understand where I was coming from. "I'm not going anywhere." I said, strictly. I wasn't a little kid anymore who had to do what they say. Things weren't great here but I was happier.

"Olivia, sitting here ignoring your problems is not going to help anything." My mum got her part in.

I hated that it seemed like this to everyone when it was far from the truth. Being in London means memories and constant heartache, but in Manchester, there was distractions; the flat, Beth, Jack..

"I haven't forgotten about him. I still love him with all my heart and you all have no idea what it's like dealing with it." I stood up and pulled my hair away from my face in frustration.

"Please, just go pack your bags." My dad crossed his arms.

They just weren't listening to anything I had to say. "Get out." I snapped.

My mums face dropped, "what?"

"I want you all to leave."

"We have just got here." Nick defended.

I let out a groan, "I don't want you all here. Every since he.. ever since Sid left.. You guys think you can just run my life. We had the same issue when I told you I was leaving university. I can't do things that make me unhappy, just so you guys are okay."

"We're trying to help you. You have it in your head that the world is against you, Olivia." Nick replied.

"My boyfriend died in front of my face!" I wiped the tears, rapidly falling from my eyes.

"So, you're fucking 'muscles' to get over it!?" Nick screamed this time.

My mouth fell open. How did he know that I had slept with Jack? "What?" I muttered.