𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐁𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 .★. 𝗧.𝗞.

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"I didn't do shit," I mumbled, backing into the counter.

pure rage was on my father's face. Then, pure worry on my mother's.

"Hey, hey.. come on. let's go upstairs, Irvine." She whispered, placing her hand on his chest. He came a step closer before stopping.

"Come on, alright? She didn't mean it," she muttered.

"the fuck? of course, I meant it!--

--You know what? Pft, what am I kidding? you two were fuckin' made for each other." I scoffed, shaking my head in disbelief as I grabbed my things.

"Don't you fucking leave?!" Irvine grabbed my forearm, gripping it tightly as I furrowed my eyebrows.

"You just like Grandpa," I whispered.

I knew Irvine had a terrible past with our grandfather. Though, my grandpa was my saviour. He's the one who got me to do ROTC.

He told me, pulled me close.

'Enlisting, and going? Will be the best two choices of your life, Kane."

It's hard to come to my senses that Harvey and Lee will be alone when I go. Those boys are my sun, my moon, my dusk. My life.

But I can't have everything. Can I?

"Irvine? Baby, please listen. we can go upstairs, do a little coke, and go somewhere. come on.." my mother muttered, grabbing his arm as Irvine slammed her to the other side of the room.

"holy shit, what the fuck?" I blurted out, my eyebrows furrowed as punched him in the jaw with a swift movement.

I hate Nancy. I do, but she's my mother.

he stumbled back as I punched him once more, and looked over to my father.

"You think I need you to defend me?" I mumbled, grabbing my coat as I looked over to my father.

"And you? Go get fucked." I laughed in disbelief, shaking my head as I headed towards the door, and slammed it behind me as I left.

I rubbed my split knuckles, sighing as I walked over to Bill's house.

Fucking parents. who needs them at this point? I never have, and that's for sure.

I was nine and taking care of Harvey when he was dangerously sick. he had a temperature through the fucking roof. yet, Nancy and Irvine were too busy getting shit off of their schizophrenic coke dealer.

hey, but I think I did a great fucking job. and guess what? I did it all by myself. No thanks to those fucking meth-heads.

punk ass little bitches. I think the only time they cared about us was when they wanted money. I remember when Irvine stole the five grand we had stashed for winter. spent it all on booze and drugs.

I don't think I have a heart when it comes to them. not anymore at least.

Jesus. and I used to be such a nice girl.

I nudged open the door, walking in as I made my way to Bill's room.

I dropped down onto his bed, and groaned into his pillow.