Forever Mean

«Chapter Four»

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  –Sushie★  

I let out a loud groan as I forced Kendall's door open. With a drunk Kendall leaning in all of his weight on my shoulder, we both staggered to his bed. Kendall dropped to his bed and started giggling.

"I told you, you are a lightweight," I grumbled.

"No, I'm not." He mumbled.

I mentally rolled my eyes as I got to his closet to take out his pajamas. When I turned around, Kendall was already snuggled up in his blankets. I let out a small chuckle at the sight of him. I returned back the pajamas into the closet.

I slowly walked towards his bed and crouched right before his sleeping self. His hair was a bit messy, and some strands were stuck onto his sweaty pale skin. Before I could even stop myself, I was already pushing his blue stands away from his face. I know for sure if he were awake, he'd be mad about it.

"Goodnight," I said as I placed a small kiss on his forehead.

My ride home was sad and lonely. As I parked my car, I noticed that the lights were still on. I took a deep breath before I opened the door, only to be greeted by my angry mother.

My mother was your stereotypical white lady. Blonde, small and petite, racist and all. She only tolerated the Munns because Joe was white while Kendall's mom was Asian. In short, my mom was the worst human being to walk on this planet.

"Evening, Mom." I decided to break the ice.

"It's twelve in the evening almost one," she nonchalantly told me. "Care to explain what a girl your age would be doing late this hour?"

I truly didn't

"Was out with some friends."

"That's all?" she asks. "No, 'I'm sorry Mom'. El, it is one AM in the morning and all you got to say is that? Is it because I'm not as strict as your father? Well, I demand the same respect that you give your father!"

"Sure thing, mother." I smiled.

"You have no respect just like your sister," she said disapprovingly.

"Yeah well, I guess Bea and I can say we learned from the best." I shrugged and started walking to my room. However, I felt my mom's hand hold onto my arm. I aggressively shrugged her hand off.

Now, I just did this because it was my mother, I would never do this to my father. Don't get me wrong, I hate both of my parents, but my dad is just scary.

"Well, if you love Beatrice so much then just leave!"

"Maybe I will!" I shouted back and started walking towards the door.

My mom just stood there, with her anger radiating from her. As I looked back, I could see my baby brother, Levi, by the staircase. I wanted to go back and hug him, to help make him feel at ease but I was so angry at our mother.

I slammed the door shut. My first instinct was to go into my car but then I realized that I left the car keys in the house. I muffled a scream as I started walking down the street.

It must have been an hour later or so when I finally got tired of walking and sat down to rest, it was only then that I realized I was still wearing my gown. I let out a teary chuckle and before I could even react, I was bawling already.

I hated my life sometimes. When Bea left, a part of me left as well. And don't get me wrong. Bea leaving didn't turn me into a mean girl. Bea leaving did make me become a bit enclosed. How I loathed my parents with a great passion. If I could I would easily run away but I'm not that impulsive. Without my parents, I wouldn't last a week.