The Unchanged Fate

Chapter 3 Arguing And Traveling?

~Hazel's Pov:~

I got home and the door was locked. "Great," I mumbled. I then went around the house to my window. Good thing there's a tree here. I climbed the tree safely. I then tried to open my window. Locked... I then looked around to see my brother still playing games. 'Oh boy....' I thought to myself. I sighed, and climbed over there. I knocked on his window gently. He didn't answer. I knocked again a little loudly, but not too loud. He then looked over, and arched an eyebrow. He sighed, took his headset off, got up, and went to the window. He opened it. I got in, and the first thing he did was slap me. I put my hand over the cheek he slapped.

"We were all worried about you!" He scolded me. "Do you not care!?" He kept yelling at me, asking me why I didn't come home.. "I went to the library," was all I said. "The library?! You should have told me!" I could see he was about to cry. I sighed. "I'm sorry, won't happen again." Before he could say something else, I left his room and went into mine. I just slept in my uniform that night.

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I woke up. It's morning... It's Friday... Thank God... Now I'm going to have to deal with a yelling mom and brother... 'Great' I thought to myself. I straightened my uniform out, and left my hair down today. I put my camera around my neck, and grabbed my bag. I hope my mother isn't that upset. I can't handle yelling anymore this year. I sighed, and went downstairs to see an angry mother. "Great," I mumbled.

"Now where the hell were you last night?!" She firmly asked me. I hadn't even made it to the table yet, while she was sitting there; looking all mad..

"I went to the library." She arched an eyebrow at me, "Library?" She repeated. I nodded. She groaned, and slammed her hands on the table. I flinched back, causing me to remember things our father did to us.

~Flash back~

"Gray! You can't do that! It's cheating!" I yelled at my eleven year old brother, for cheating at the game of "Life." He started laughing. "That's what you get!" He exclaimed, pointing a finger at me. I gasped and put my hand over my heart, and acted offended. We both started laughing, until we heard our father walk into the living. Our father was never the best, and he definitely never tried to be either. He was just an old drunk, who liked to gamble. I sighed after he slammed the front door behind him. Our mother was asleep, because she had been sick that week.

"Daddy!" Gray yelled, running over there and tried to hug him. Dad yanked him off... That made me pissed. I got up angrily, "You asshole!" I yelled. Father looked at me confused, and smirked. "Your son has been waiting for you all day! Then you come home acting like this?!" I paused, and looked down at Gray for a second, then looked back at father. "Your wife has been sick! But instead of taking care of her! You go out and drink!" That's what really pushed him. He grabbed me by the collar of my shirt, and slammed me into the coffee table were me and Gray had been playing "Life."

I groaned in pain. He then had a cold look in his eyes. Eyes full of hate.. "You don't speak to your father that way! I'm bringing money into this house! You shouldn't disrespect people who take care of you!" I turned my head away. He really smelled like alcohol. "You don't care about us!" He stood there shocked, that I yelled back. He then raised me up by my collar, and then slammed me back down into the coffee table, this time waking mom up.

~End of flashback~

I didn't even realize I was crying until I put my hand on my cheek to check if I was.. My mother got up real fast and started to hug me. She apologized for yelling at me. I told her she needed to; it was to correct her child. At the end of our "fight," we both apologized and agreed that she was right. Gray came down, and said he was sorry from last night, which I agreed with him and said he needed to apologize. We all ate breakfast peacefully.