Partners in crime~ C.C

Chapter 5

I left the treehouse with un-easy feeling in my stomach. I was making a mental list of things to pack. it was a hot day, maybe mid 80s, so jeans and tank tops perhaps.

I had gotten so lost in thought as I was walking from the treehouse that I didn't notice Chris, who was walking beside me

I looked up and smiled at him, he turned on his heel so he was facing me as we walked, "Hi."
I giggled,
"Hi..? I'll see you in an hour, you didn't have to follow me..", he turned back around so we were now walking together, he sighed,
"I know, but we don't live that far... And if your dad's home I didn't want you to have to deal with that on your own."

Chris is the only person I've ever told about the shit that happens with my dad. I know that Chris goes through the same shit at home, so we often spend the night at each other's houses, or in the treehouse. I usually don't get upset when some one mentions my dad, but today I did. I felt like Chris was implying that I couldn't handle it on my own

I furrowed my eyebrows and stopped walking, causing Chris to stop, a little ahead of me. He looked back, confused

I crossed my arms, "Are you saying I can't handle it on my own?", He looked at me even more confused than before, "No- Mar you know that's not what I meant-"

"Really? Because that's what it sounds likes. I've been dealing with his and YOUR shit for years now. I don't need anyone to help me and I definitely don't need YOU of all people to help.", I continued walking, leaving Chris standing there,
"Ya now what, Mary? You don't need my help. I'll just go home and let you deal with his shit on your own because you definitely don't need mine adding to the problem.", he turned and went to opposite direction to his house

Now I was really pissed off, "OH, FUCK OFF, CHAMBERS!", he just shook his head and kept walking.

I really hate Chris sometimes. He's just so involved in everything I do. I understand he wants to help, but holy shit somethings I want to keep to myself and not have to share them all the time. But, getting mad at Chris is like kicking a fucking puppy, his eyes get glassy, like he's gonna cry and his general persona gets soft and makes YOU wanna cry... god damnit I've gotta apologize.

I ran the rest of the way home and threw a pair of shorts, a spare shirt and a jacket into my backpack and grabbed my canteen and $2 that I had on my dresser. Right as I was walking out of my room to leave, I ran into my dad

"Oh- Um... Hi, dad...", I stopped in my tracks, he sneered at me,
"Where the fuck have you been? I haven't seen you in days...", I hesitated to answer,
"I've been with my friends-", He pushed my shoulders into the wall, causing my head to hit against the wall... Hard.

"THOSE ARN'T YOUR FRIENDS. THOSE ARE BOYS WHO ARE TRYING TO GET IN YOUR PANTS.", He was angry now... Really angry. He doesn't like when I talk about the guys. He thinks me hanging out with boys will turn me into a whore or something like that, but, little does he know, I'd never sleep with any of them... Well, maybe one of them-

My head was pounding as I spoke, "No- THEY AREN'T-" I pushed him off of me, the anger and panic building up inside of me as he stumbled backwards and fell down the stairs, "OH SHIT- DAD? DAD ARE YOU OK?"

No answer.

I didn't know what to do, so I grabbed my bag and ran out of the door, leaving my dad at the bottom of the stairs and heading to Chris' house. The more I thought about Chris, the better I felt. Chris has a weird effect on me like that.

I arrived at his house and climbed up the ladder he left for me at the bottom of his window so I could get in without going through the front door and possibly running into his dad.

I peeked through the window, but I didn't see him. I opened it and climbed in. He's still here, his bag's on the bed with all his crap in it. Right as I sat down on the bed, he came through the door and quickly held something behind his back,
"Oh- Mary... What do you want?", his eyes and nose looked sorta red, like he'd been crying, "Well, I wanted to say I'm sorry... I snapped at you and I shouldn't have. You were just trying to help.", His vibe got softer and his face grew a smirk, I furrowed my eyebrows,
"Why are you smirking..?", He let out a laugh and hugged me, "Because you never apologize, like, ever!", I snorted and pushed him off, "oh fuck off, Chambers! Maybe I'm trying to change!", we both laughed and he finished packing his bag, stuffing whatever he had in his hand, into to the bag.

We set off to find the guys, the thought of my dad completely leaving my mind.

This is going to be one hell of a journey.

AN: I think I'm getting better at ending chapters lol💀