I Hate Clichès

Therapy sessions and Future plans.

"I just don't understand why I have to go!" I say, frustrated, for the sixth time.

"Honey, with all that's been going on right now I think it's best for you to take these sessions. I think they'll help." Steph reasons, placing a hand on my shoulder. If I wasn't so mad right now I would've taken it as a comforting gesture, but at the moment it only adds fuel to my flame.

I shake off her hand and stand up. "No, they won't. Nothing can help! Unless, if by magic all my memories of this whole situation disappear."

My eyes are tearing up and I can feel myself about to give into crying, but I stop the tears. "I'm okay, Mom. I don't need therapy. Therapy can't fix our family. We're a broken family. And I don't think 1 hour sessions with some douche who asks, 'And how do you feel about that?' Will help at all."

"Language, young lady!" She scolds.

"Screw you, you can't tell me what to do. You're not my mom, you're not even my dad!" I yell.

I turn away quickly, grabbing my bag and my keys, and push the door open, slamming it behind me. Blindly I make my way down the street, letting the tears fall to the floor.

How did this day get so complicated?

3 days before

My eyelids start to get droopy and I pinch myself to prevent me from falling asleep. I force my eyes open and concentrate on the problem at hand. Finally I manage to successfully calculate the area of the triangle and I smile to myself.

I sigh in relief and put ny homework away, laying down in my bed and closing my eyes. Just as I'm about to feel my mind slipping away and darkness come over me, my alarm blares out loudly and suddenly my room is filled with the song "Sex on fire" by Kings of Leon; leaving me frustrated and sleepy.

This whole month has been the worst and the best of my life. Balancing three lives at once while managing to keep up my GPA and get perfect scores in my honors classes isn't such as easy task. Currently I am living at my dad's, a decision I made since my mom's are driving me crazy.

Usually, after waking up in the morning Robbie drives me to school and after school my mom picks me up. Everyday she drives me back to my old house and I spend as much time as I can with the twins. At the moment, they're the highlight of each day. Afterwards I eat dinner with my mom's, which is full of them asking me when I'll come back to the house. I just fake a smile and say "soon". But I know that's not true. I don't really plan on going back, only to visit the twins and maybe to try to have a decent mother daughter moment with them.

Things haven't been that great with my moms. There are some moments when we share lots of laughs and I share how everything going at school and with Calum, but there are other moments in which they make me feel like the worst daughter in the world because I would rather spend time with my dad than with them.

At last, at 8:00 on the dot, my dad picks me up and drives me back home. Once there he helps me with my homework and any other assignments I had missed thanks to all the drama that's happened.

I guess you could say my life's become one huge schedule, but for the time being it is what it is.

At school, things have gotten... Well, not that great. Jessica, Ciara and our new friends, Connor, Layla and Mazy have been hanging out more often.This gives me a perfect getaway from everything going on at home.

Connor is one of the sweetest guys ever, and sort of a outspoken guy. He always is the one to make all of us laugh and the one who gets in trouble the most.

Layla is Connor's twin, who is the complete opposite of him. Quiet, reserved and artistic; you would never guess they were twins. Well, except for the bright strawberry blonde hair and baby blue eyes that is.

And as for Mazy, she is literally the most bad ass girl I have ever met. Black hair, green eyes, tattooed and sporting a motorcycle; she's the Bad Girl of the school. I guess that's why I was so shocked when one day she walked over to our table and asked to sit down. Mazy and I didn't hit it off well, but after a while she grew on me.

Calum and I haven't been doing so well lately, we barely talk that much and I really miss him. He's been really busy lately, working on new music for the band and rarely do we ever hang out for more than 3 days per week.

Anyway, that's not the main reason for school being a place a dread lately. The one person I was hoping would not be in my life has taken a turn for the bad. The once funny, cocky and sweet guy I once knew is now completely gone and today, I don't even recognize Avery in the hallways.

Once I'm at least half awake, I blindly stand up and make my way over to my closet. Pulling out a dark blue long sleeved shirt and a pair of black leggings, I hurry and pull on my black converse. With that I throw my hair into a messy braid and make my way to the kitchen.

"Good Morning, lady. How'd you sleep?" Robbie asks as I walk into the kitchen. "Want anything?"

"Coffee." I answer with a yawn.

Robbie nods, looking over at me with concern. "Did you sleep at all?"

I nod vigorously, trying to seem more lively. "Yeah, just tired I guess."

"Uh-huh, that's what you said for the past month." He pauses handing me my travel mug. "Are you sure you're doing okay?"

I smile at Robbie, trying to convince him almost as much as I want to convince myself. "Yeah, I'm okay."

He smiles at me, rubbing my shoulder gently. "Look between everything that's been going down lately, I just want you to know that we're all trying. It's been a hard time lately but I'm sure things are gonna be okay; just know that if you ever need anything, I'm here for you."

My heart warms at his words and I smile at Robbie. "Thanks and I'm glad I can trust you."

Robbie bites his lip before coming closer to me, pulling me into a hug. "You're a strong girl, Nat, everything is going to be okay." He pauses. "You're the daughter I've never had you know."

We both laugh but I know he means it. Suddenly I start to feel bad for Robbie. Through all the family drama, I know dad has been trying to keep Robbie away from it as much as possible. It must be hard for him too, not knowing where he stands in this; the boyfriend of my absent-for-a-long-time biological father.

I shake my head slightly, and hug Robbie tightly. "You're amazing Robbie, thank you for being here."

He looks stunned for a moment before he breaks out into a smile. "I'll always be here lady, except for right now because you have to leave for school. Like right now."

I look over at the clock and realize he's right. I give him a kiss on the cheeks before I go, then rush out the door.

The car ride is silent as we pull up to the school, and for some reason I can feel something is off. Robbie usually likes to chat it up, but not now. He's quiet and reserved which is so unlike him.

"Robbie?"

"Yes?" He says distracted.

"Everything okay?" I ask, frowning slightly to myself.

He turns to me and smiles. "I'm fine lady, just out of it. Very tired and all."

I nod numbly and take off my seat belt and open the door. "See you later."

I hear him say something bad but I can't hear him. In that moment I can only see him. He stands a couple feet away from my car, roses in hand.

"What the hell?"