I'll Be There For You.

Chapter 1: 'Til We Aren't Strangers Anymore.

There was a loud crash that came from the kitchen as loud arguments followed behind."WHAT THE FUCK IS WRONG WITH THIS HOUSE!" I heard his loud raspy voice yell as more things was being thrown. I rolled my eyes and placed my head phones in my ear. As the sound of Coldplay filled my head I took my red and black Journal and began writing a new poem. Which had become something I did on a daily basis. My parents stupid arguments my dumb ass life. All was written in my book.

"YOU WILL CLEAN THIS HOUSE WHEN I TELL YOU TO!!!!!!!!!!!!!" He said, I turned off the song and jumped from my bed. My combat boots hitting the hard wooden floor. I walked out my towards the kitchen where my father had my mothers up against the wall; he was holding her by the collars of her shirt.

" Dad, let her go, she gets the point!" I yelled as I tried to pull him off of her.

"Leslie, go.....a...way." My mother said as she struggled to get out of his trap.

I hated it when she called me by my first name but that was not the time to be worried about names." Get off of her."I said trying to use all the strength I had but he was just to big, to strong.

"Leslie..." My mother groaned.

I started pounding my fist on his back." Get your sweaty ass off of her."

He slowly let her fall down go her feet and slowly turned his head towards me. his eyebrows was creased with anger." What did you just say to me?" He asked.

I stared at him as fear began to shower over me. I had put myself in a lot of trouble at that moment.

He stepped up to me and I began inhaling the whisky in his breathe. " What did you say to me?" he asked me again.

I cocked my eyebrow at him"I said get your grubby ass hands off of her."Then I took off running before he could even grab a hold of me..As I ran out towards the street and headed down the long road I could hear his screams from a distance. I slowed my place down and began walking on the sides of the road. My father hadn't always been that way. He used to be

nice and understanding, he would read stories to me, and compliment me on my crystal green eyes, but since he had gotten home from a pointless war he had become abusive and he had started drinking. Making me and my mothers Life a living hell.

I knew he was probably hurting my mother at that point, but there was nothing I could do about it. He would probably just get another drink and sot his stanky, lazy ass on the chair and watch the same football game that he had recorded year ago over and over again. And the stupid thing about it was, he would yell at the TV screen as if he didn't know how the game would. I had already made up in my head that he had literally lost his mind.

As I turned the corner and headed towards the mall where most teenagers hung out at. As usual I made my way mindlessly towards the food court where my sister Kelsi usually work. We had somewhat of a love hate relationship, she didn't like the fact that I treated her like a little kid and that I lecture like I'm her mother. But I didn't like the fact that she smoked weed in the bathroom almost every night. Or the fact that she was always out half the night and no one every really new exactly where she was. But no matter how hard I try, there is nothing I can do about it.

She smiled when she saw me coming up." Hey." she said putting a lot of emphasises on that one word.

" What's up," I said as I sat down on one of the stools and began resting my head on the on the palms of my hands" It doesn't even look like your working?"

A smiled curled up on her thin lips." It's because I'm not" She was looking over my shoulders in a distance.

I gave her a confused look." Who are you looking at?" I asked as I turned around and followed her gaze. Across the room sat four boys, all hard rock looking boys to be exact. I rolled my eyes and look at her " Seriously?"