Hate Me

Chapter six

"I was gone for what, all of a half hour and you call the police?" I scream at my parents in rage "Well If you want to act like a child you're going to be treated like a child." My dad gets in my face, screaming right back.

"Enough!" My mother puts her hands between the both of us, making us give ourselves distance "I am tired of this fighting!" Her voice strains, "Alison, we are just trying to do what's best for you," My mother sighs, voice levelling out now.

"You don't know him," the words are spaced apart as I speak, said through a clenched jaw. "You both take one look at a person and make up your minds," I shake my head furiously.

"We know enough," My dads voice is deep, stern. There was no getting through to them, no making them understand and no possibility on this earth they would give Eddie a chance.

"You can't stop me from seeing him, so you're just going to call the police every time?" I cross my arms, challenging them. "Ifs that's what has to be done, yes." My father nods, i scoff in his face.

"I get why Chris left now," I say in realization, referencing my older brother who took off at sixteen and never looked back "Don't bring him into this," My mom puts up a hand,

"No mom, I am going to bring him into this. You're doing the same thing to me that you did to him, you're not going to have a daughter anymore either." I let those words sink in for them, making my way up the stairs to my room.

"No.." my dad starts "No this, no that. Be a prisoner, yeah yeah yeah." I retort. Keeping my back to him as I go up the stairs.

I sit on my bed in silence, blood boiling silence. I hate it here, so much.

Huffing to myself, I rummage through my wardrobe to find some pjs, barely even able to see my clothes as I was purely seeing red.

I pull out a pair of old red satin shorts and the matching camisole, laying them flat on my bed as I stare at my partially unpacked room. Maybe it would be easier to hate Eddie, to put that act on again so neither of us get hurt. So I can have my parents cook down for a bit,

I didn't know if I was able to pretend to hate him again though, whatever I was feeling for him wasn't fleeting. It just sat there in my mind and heart twenty four seven, refusing to budge.

Again, I know how this ends.. I've been here before. I've played this game. One of us gets hurt regardless, despite knowing that.. I still can't shake him.

There's no way he and I could possibly ever work, right? Especially with my parents putting their fists down, being determined to ruin any life I attempt to live. What we're we supposed to do, sneak around for the rest of our lives?

We are both to graduate soon anyways, likely going our different ways and living completely different and separate lives. It would never work, right?

I take off the clothes I had been wearing and slip on my pyjamas, I'm surprised my parents couldn't smell the stench of weed on me. That was another thing that made them totally lose their minds.

More surprised they haven't sent me to a religious school yet, far far away.

Ugh. I already miss my music, it's so mind numbingly quiet in here. I dive into my bed, shoving my face into my pillows and let out a muffled scream.

A low knock at my door causes me to pause my current self wallowing, peering over my shoulder as I see my mom enter my bedroom "What, more things taken away?" I groan as she sits on the edge of my bed,

"Let's talk," she says quietly, no hint of anger in her tone anymore. "Why? I'll just get in trouble for anything I say," my voice is muffled again, head back in the pillows.