For pinkshannon
I was upstairs in my room trying to listen to my music but I couldn't because I could hear my parents downstairs having yet another screaming match, who knows what about this time, they were always fighting, I'm surprised that one of them hasn't walked out yet. It didn't really bother me anymore because they did it that much I was used to it. It's usually my step-dad who starts the fights, he picks a fight about the tiniest of things, but apparently I was the subject of their latest fight. I'd turned my music off and I was sat at the top of the stairs like they do in movies listening in. I could hear him screaming about how loud and short tempered I was and how I often was rude to him. Which in my defense wasn't totally true. Yeah, I did have a short temper, but if he was nicer to me and actually treated me with respect I wouldn't make rude sarcastic remarks. I also was quite loud when I wasn't meant to be, but other people had never had problem with it before, he was just too quite and rude, and horrid and a f-, I was brought out of my mean thoguhts when I heard the door slam.
I practically ran down the stairs taking them two at a time, I ran to the lving room and to my dismay I saw jerkface stood there, he turned and glared at me "You happy now?" his voice was as cold as ice, "what the hell I didn't do anything." I whined, "yes you did, if you weren't so loud and disresoectful towards me then we wouldn't have started fighting in the first place, and your mother wouldn't have walked out, stupid bitch." he muttered the last part walking out and into the kitchen. Well that was harsh for a 15 year old to hear especially from her supposed to be caring step-dad. "Hey" I said walking after him " this isn't my fault at all, I can't help it that, that's my personality and if you can't accept that then you're a dick." I said, trying to stay calm but I was fast losing my temper with this man. With that he snapped his head towards me and stood up "DON'T YOU DARE EVER CALL ME A PRICK AGAIN." he bellowed taking a step towards me, "WELL DON'T CALL ME A BITCH THEN." I screamed back running out the house with only my phone.
Whale shit, I thought. Where do I go. Just then I got a text from my boyfriend of 6 months, Niall. he was 18 and I was 15. "hey princess, come round?" I replied instantly saying "yeah, I walked out anyway, explain when I get there." I sent and started walking to his. When I got there he was on his doorstep, when he saw me he ran over and hugged me, "Hey beautiful." Jesus this boy, even his voice gave me butterflies, "hey." i mumbled into his chest, still mad from the previous events, "so what happened?" he pulled away and walked me into his house and into the living room, by the looks of things we where home alone, I took a deep breath, "So mum and my step-dad have been fighting a lot right. Well they were fighting over me this time, and it got really bad so mum walked out and I had a go at my step-dad because it was his fault but then he blamed it on me and then i got mad and walked out because he was being a proper dick" I said all this in one breath and pretty loud, I could tell that I had turned red. "aw, baby it's not your fault c'mer." he said holding his arms out for me, which I gladly fell into, for the rest of the afternoon and evening we cuddled and watched films, until it was time to face the step monster.
I hope this is okay ?! :D please let me know if it is...
