depressed / / 5sos

Decisions

I came home around 3 in the morning. My parents were sleeping, they didn't care about where I was. I climbed in my bed then slept. I woke up when I heard knocking on my bedroom door. My mom came in.

"Where the hell were you yesterday?" She asks, pissed.

"Like you care." I say, looking at my nails.

"I actually do!!! You just turned 18." She says.

"Yeah. 18. I can make my own decisions." I snap back.

She rolled her eyes.

"Love. Come on. You're still living in MY house." She says.

"Your house? Please. I've lived here all my life and dad pays more than half the rents. If anything it's our house or dads. Plus, it'll be both of your houses only because I'm moving. Best choice I'll ever make. I'm going to get out of this shitty place." I say.

Her eyes widened. I could tell they were starting to tear up.

"What? Now you care about me? All this time you wanted me to leave, now I am. I hope all your dandy wishes come true. It was my dream to move out the day I turned 18." I say, walking passed her, carrying my kitten with me to the kitchen.

I feed my kitten and stroke her gentle bristles. Her coat is so pretty. I'll be taking her with me if I do move out. I hear someone come down the stairs, hoping it's not my mom.

"Hey, kiddo." My dad says, going to the oven to make breakfast.

"Hey, dad." I say, sighing.

"What's wrong?" He asks.

"Mom's a total bitch." I said, straight out.

"Love." He says, turning around to look at me.

"She fucking barged in my room and started asking me all these questions when I was barely awake." I say.

"She was just nervous." He says.

"She doesn't have to be. She annoys me all the time and I'm sick of it. I don't need to waste my time hearing her voice complain to me. That's all she every does." I say.

My dad sighed and started making breakfast. He made pancakes and eggs. I ate it and drank some orange juice to go with it. I usually have yogurt every morning but today, I felt hungrier than usual. As soon as I was done, I walked upstairs into my room and shut the door behind me. I got dressed and texted Connor. He said he wanted me to come over and hangout with him today, so I agreed. I went over to his house and hung out. He gave me butterflies in my stomach every time he said something sweet. He was such a gentleman. A couple minutes later I got a text from my mom. She told me I was grounded and to come back home. But I didn't. I'm 18. A legal adult. I stayed at Connors and we watched horror and really bad romantic movies. So cheesy. It was getting late but I chose to stay. I slept over there, but we didn't do anything like couples do. He was super cute, though. He had brown hair that's always up, and he had beautiful hazel eyes. He was already 18. He had a brother named Joey and he was 2 years older than him. He seemed really nice. In the morning I told him I had to go but I would text him. I got home and there was a note.