Lost in Love

Chapter 23 - Need to Leave

"You're home."
I'm immediately forcing myself to not roll my eyes, the second I walk in the door, "I was about to say the same."
"Not for long, a few days, tops."
"Not surprised," I know it sounded rude, but really, I didn't mean for it to come out any other way.
"What is that supposed to mean?"
"Really?" I turn in the midst of heading down the hall, "you guys come around, what? Once in a blue moon, and stay for an average of 5 days, which is being generous. You act like I'm meant to be happy to see you, or surprised when you tell me that you're not sticking around for long," I pause briefly, "well, I'm not."
I walk to my room and drop my bag, before going back to the kitchen to grab food quick, keeping my headphones on.
"So, where's your girlfriend?" My dad pipes up, and I can hear the tone in the word 'girlfriend,' making it out that it's a joke, or a lie.
"Home."
"So, you don't live together?" He looks at my mom, with a cocky grin on his face.
"Does it look like we live together?" I try not to have a ton of attitude in my response, but it doesn't help that they bother me more than I can explain.
"Good, we don't need two of you living under this roof," my mom scoffs, still not removing her attention from her phone.
"I'm sorry? What does that mean, two of us?" I use fingers quotes on the last part.
Part of me is hoping they just stop talking, and don't say what I think they will, but—
"Embarrassing," my mom leaves a slight pause between her words, "outcasts."
Those words have always felt like knives, coming from my own parents, but I was used to it. And now, now they weren't just using them for me, but to describe Bella as well.
"Look," I grab my plate and get ready to leave, "I'm not going to listen to you bad mouth Bella and I. All you've done is pushed me more and more to the idea of moving out of this hell hole, that I am supposed to call home."
"I guess that sucks that's you can't."
"Actually, I can. I'm 18, you missed my birthday, again," I turn, heading down the hallway, "not that you care anyway."
I can hear them murmuring something else, as I enter my room, and slam the door behind me.
I've completely lost my appetite, so I set my food on my desk, and slump into my chair
L: it's official, I need to find somewhere else to live.
R: ???
L: I'm just sick of my parents
I'm gonna start looking for a place
R: ok. I can help you with that, if you want
Are they home? You can stay here if you want?
L: thanks. Yeah, they are home. I'll probably stay here tonight, and then come to your place tomorrow
He sends a thumbs up, and I close my phone, "just go to sleep, don't worry about anything else."
"My parents are utterly exhausting," I can't help yawning, while talking to Ryan.
"Is this new information?"
I grab my cup from the barista, "thank you," and turn back to Ry, "and no. Not new. The ways in which they infuriate me are though."
"Ahh. Did they say anything this morning?"
"Not to my face, but I heard a few slurs thrown about, from my room."
"That's messed up."
"Tell me about it," I gesture to a table, for us to sit.
"Have you told Bella you're staying with me?"
"I can't yet, it's the weekend, so we don't risk texting, not wanting others in the house to see anything they are not meant to."
He nods, "so, you can't tell her until Monday?"
"Yeah, I mean, not that it'll make much of a difference during the weekend."
"Good point."
I'm still so tired, I could put my head down on this table, right now, and instantly fall asleep.
"Do you want to head to the house?"
"Yeah, that would probably be a good plan," the yawn that follows, clearly agrees.
I'm zoned out through most of the ride, even though I don't notice a lot of it. I just stare out the window, trying not to fall asleep.
"Do you want to come game with me?"
"I don't think I'll play, but I'll watch you play whatever, I may fall asleep though."
"That's fine," there's that reassuring smile as usual.
We head upstairs, and I lean against his head board while he switches out him game.
Watching him play his games, has always been nice. His concentration and everything, is amusing, as he is constantly being sure to watch everything around him.
"Are you two coming to eat?"
I immediately jolt awake, rubbing my eyes, I assume Mr. Jeffery didn't realize I was asleep.
"Yeah, we'll be out in a few," Ryan turns so his legs are hanging off the bed.
My head falls back on the pillow, before I notice the blanket on me. Ryan has always been the person that if you fall asleep randomly near him, he will find a blanket to put on you.
Ry looks back at me, "are you going to come eat?"
"Not right now, I might heat some up later."
"Okay, I'll he back in a bit."
Even after a nap, I am still completely exhausted, but I know if I sleep anymore now, I won't sleep tonight.
I sit up, and grab my laptop from my bag, looking for potential places to move into, as soon as possible, unfortunately having no luck. I'm not looking for anything big, and hopefully not too costly.
I sigh, and lean back against the headboard.
"You okay?" Ry has returned, and is standing in the doorway.
"Yeah, I guess. I'm just struggling to find a place."
"Oh," he sits down beside me, his brows furrow slightly, "well, you have just started looking. Give it time, you'll find something, I know it."
"I hope so," I close my laptop, and decide tonight is not the night to look yet.
"Luckily your parents aren't always home. And when they are, until you find a place, you can stay here," he always gets so happy at the prospect of me staying at his house,
"Yeah, and when I've got my own place, you can finally stay over."
He ends up with a big grin on his face, "that sounds like a good deal."
I've never wanted him to stay at my parents house, because... well, for obvious reasons. But getting a place of my own, I wouldn't have to worry about them acting like themselves. Just need to find said place.