The Boy Who Called Me His

Chapter 9

I woke up on Sunday, the remembrance of what just happened the day before hit me hard. I still couldn't believe Chase had said all of †hose things about me, I wondered what it was going to be like at school now, was it was going to be awkward when I passed him in the halls, or would we acknowledge each other this time?

Chase had probably forgotten about me anyway, he has been with too many girls, that now the number is countless. That's the one thing that had always put me off from Chase, how he has and is seeing so many girls in such a short period of time. I always didn't like how he played girls who always fall for his charming ways. I could see why girls would like him, he was amazingly beautiful and knew how to sweet-talk any girl, making them feel important and flattered.  

After I had shower and got dressed, I headed downstairs to eat breakfast. It was already 11:30am so I figured my family would be out with my sister before she leaves, trying to soak in as much time with her royalness as possible . Which was great for because that means I could take my time and go to my art studio without worrying about my parents seeing, or catching me in art covered clothes.

As I was just finishing up cooking my breakfast, my family walked into the house laughing and talking, which shocked me to the most. They wandered into the kitchen to where I was and when they saw me there laughter died down, all hints of happiness long gone. My mothers eyes turned from being filled with laughter to being filled with complete rage, my fathers weren't too different. My sister stood with her hands crossed over her chest and with an evil look on her face but also smug that she now had her family to back her up. To say I was worried would be an understatement.

"Hello everyone," I said in the nicest way possible trying my hardest to not get myself into more trouble then I already was. 

"Don't you try that with me, you know what happened yesterday and you aren't going to get away with it," my dad said in a calm voice, it was like they were their own gang and I was the outsider they were currently targeting. 

"I know and I'm sorry that what Chase said to Melody but you can't blame  me or the truth," I said without processing before, then I later realised what I had actually said.I slapped a hand over my mouth trying to shut me up and thinking about how I made this situation 100 times worse. My parents and my sister gasped in uni astonished that I had the never to say that. 

"You are in so much trouble Aubury!" My mother shouted at me and pointing her long manicured finger at me while saying so. 

Here is the point where my sister decided to chime in, "I can't believe you just said that to me what have I ever done to you?" My sister said faking a sob at the end, trying to get the attention of my parents and obviously working. What she had just said aggravated me to the max. I had finally lost it. 

"What have I done to you?!" I said mocking her winey voice. " What haven't you done to make my life hell? You continuously ignore me and when you do actually talk to me, it's to say how much better you are at things or how you are so much more attractive you are, more than I will every be, but you know what Melody your nothing but a self conceded bitch and I would Hate  to be you!" I all but screamed at her.

My family stood there with the most awe stuck expression written on their faces. My sister face was priceless, over the years I had never had the balls to stand up for myself and this was the first time that I did. She couldn't believe that I actually fought back and even though I should've been the bigger person I was proud of myself. I watched my parents as their expression changed through confusion to realisation and eventually anger, thinking about what I had said the their precious daughter. 

"Go to you room now! We will sort this out later but don't you dare come out until I say!" My father shouted. I looked at them, they were so picture perfect on the outside and anyone who didn't know them would think they were the perfect family. Under the surface something they do so well to hide is the truth, how they want and crave everything to be perfect and spend there hole lives trying to be the image of perfect never actually thinking about the real world. I am nothing like them and I will never be anything like them.