Pretty boy || Mason Thames

Chapter 10 - Karma

TW - This story contains acts of abusive (Verbal and Physical). This chapter may be hard to read. Please feel free to skip this chapter if so.

"Stop acting like a pig Mila" my mum said.

Her saying that made me angry and what I was going to do next would probably make her angrier. I started of by completely demolishing my burger and chips. My mum tried to avoid eye contact with me. The waiter came over and I order the biggest dessert that they had on the menu. I laughed at myself to see the look on my parents face. They always hated me eating really bad food in front of them as they told me they didn't wanted to be seen with a chubby child. Eamon and I went on a strict diet when we were kids just to maintain our weight. As soon as my parents started leaving more and more that diet went away. The dessert came and Eamon thought it was absolute karma. My parents were furious at me which made me want more. I knew I should probably stop after the dessert but I didn't. I whispered to Eamon to get McDonald's and accidently use there credit card to pay for it. I knew I wasn't going to eat all of the food I was getting but it was just to see the reaction on my parents face. I order 5 big mac meals, 4 drinks and 2 Mcflurry's. I got my parents card and payed. The reaction on there face was priceless.

We got back to the hotel me and Eamon were staying at. Our parents were going to stay for a bit before they went off to there hotel. Eamon left for a shower which made me nervous for what my parents might say to me. I sat down on the couch watching T.V when my parents came to join me.

"You have just humiliated us Mila" My dad screamed

"Whatever" I yelled. walking away from the fight that was about to break out.

"Get back here right now" My mother yelled.

I jumped at her screaming at me. I turned around and walked towards them. My dad walked up to showing him that is shouldn't disrespect him like that. It showed that he was the bigger person but I wasn't going to let that intimidate me. he started screaming in my face telling me how to behave. He started grabbing my arms tightly still screaming. Tears began to form in my eyes. My mother sat there and watched the torture my dad was about to put me through. He let go of my arms leaving red marks that I knew was going to leave bruises. I spoke back at him to let me go which made him even madder. He punched me straight in the face and kicked me down to the ground. I felt dizzy from that punch and my vision was blurry. He picked me up and pushed me into the wall. Tears were streaming down my face.