Outsider

Sister problems on the loose

Chapter 2- Sister problems on the loose
Courtney

I was putting up my new clothes that morning when my father bursted into my room. "Where the hell have you been?" He boomed. I winced at his fury. "Mom didn't tell you I was staying the night with a friend?" I asked quietly. He crossed his arms. "You do not just go off when you know you have responsibilities. Where were you even at?" He asked furiously. "And where did you get those clothes?" I knew this would be hard to explain.

"We went shopping and I got these new clothes." I explained. He frowned even more. "So you had this person buy all these clothes for you and then you crashed at their house? That's so rude!" He said, slightly quieter now. I looked at the clothes. "You are the worst child on earth! I wish you hadn't been born! You're rude, you do drugs, you drink, you smoke! Why couldn't you be a good child! We already have your sister, though she isn't nearly as bad as you!" He exclaimed.

I wished I could tell him her secret, but I wasn't that cruel. "You know what? I don't need your opinion!" I shouted. His eyes became even more angered at my aggression. I knew I had just made a big mistake. "Just quit bothering me!" Despite the fact that I would get in big trouble for this, I continued to speak up. It felt good.

He just sighed and turned around, slamming the door behind him. I hated moments like this. Now I couldn't leave my room and see my dad without feeling awkward. I continued putting the clothes away silently. Suddenly the door opened again, but this time it was my mom. My sweet, pushover mom. She looked sad, her eyes almost watering.

"Why couldn't you be the child we wanted? Why can't you just behave and make good grades and not do drugs? We already have a bad kid." She said calmly.

I looked at her. "Do you think I can just change?" I shouted. "I can't just be perfect on demand! I can't be the child you wanted! Maybe if you tried harder to make me happy then I would be good! But no, you guys just judge me and yell at me and stuff!" She winced, but I didn't feel bad. "Maybe if you tried we wouldn't hate you." She whispered. I stood, and she stepped back.

"Get out of here, now!" I screamed. I knew my dad was hearing us and he would come in here. She turned and walked away quickly. I called up my sister. This was the last straw. "Yo." I heard her say on the other line. I could hear her boyfriends voice in the background. "Do you have room for me at your place?" I asked quietly. I could just see her shock. "You need to talk to me in person about this. Be at my place in 10 minutes." She said, not waiting for my reply.

I grabbed my car keys and headed downstairs. My dad got in my way as a reached the door. "You aren't going anywhere." He boomed. I rolled my eyes and crossed my arms. "Don't you want me to be gone?" I questioned. He glared at me and stepped out of the way. I smirked as I opened the door.

I cranked my car and drove out of the driveway as fast as possible. I know that running away is stupid and mindless, but I'm sure about this. I'm fed up with this. Ugh. So much stuff was going on in my mind right now. I reached the corner store and went inside to buy some cigarettes and potato chips.

When I pulled up at the apartment, my sister was outside waiting. I got out of my Buick and lit a cigarette. "Hey. Come in." She called. I took a puff and grabbed my purse. So much was going through my head right now, yet the outside world was so relaxed. As I approached Tabitha, she hugged me.

I heard footsteps as her boyfriend approached. "Hey fam." He said, ruffling my hair as I let go of my sister. "Whattup, bruh?" I asked as I high fived him. Tabby's baby-daddy and I had a good relationship, as you can sorta see. "It's been a while." I said, flicking the ash off my cigarette. Before anyone said anything else, my sister slapped the cancer stick from my hand and stepped on it. "You know I'm pregnant. Don't smoke around me." She snapped. I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, come in." Chris said.

"Lets talk about you wanting to move in." My sister said as she shut the door. Chris was in the kitchen feeding the cat. I sighed. "I don't want to stay here forever. Just until I find a place. I'm tired of my parents. You understand, right?" I explained. She looked at the TV.

"Unfortunately, I do. We just don't have much room. Plus, I can't just let you in and build a room for you. It's gonna cost for you to live here. I need help paying rent." She said, slightly upset. "Liar." Chris called. "You have plenty of money to pay rent." I grinned. Nice to know that he was defending me.

"Shut up. I can't just let her run away from her parents and come live here for free." She called back at him. I heard him groan. Tabitha turned back to me. "If you're willing to pay, you can stay." She murmured. My eyes widened. I instantly tackled her with a hug. "Thanks soooo much! I promise I'll try to be subtle." I exclaimed. She pulled away and smiled. "Good. Now go back home. You can't come back until tonight." She said, shooing me away with her hand.

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Please, please, please forgive me for not knowing where this is going. But in my defense, I really don't like her parents either, so I'm being fair. Comment ideas and give me criticism. I won't be offended. Thanks to those 3 votes that I got (hahaha) and I really hope you're enjoying this story. Follow me on Instagram: @grey_sweatshirt. Bye friends!

(Btw there won't be any interaction between Naomi and Courtney for a chapter or two, so you guys just gotta wait. #sorrynotsorry)