The Search For The Truth

Chapter 6: The Fight

-Elizabeth-

"Bye Lia!" I call out as Cerelia steps out of my car. I was her ride so I had to make a quick stop and drop her off before heading home.

Tonight was incredible. That party was one of the best I've ever been to. Besides the creep in the kitchen and the awkward walk in on whatever was happening with Cerelia and Axel, everything was amazing!

The playlist, chefs kiss! I mean I could have easily danced all night! Plus there were tons of great people. Even when Cerelia disappeared for a bit I still had a great time!

As I pull onto my street, I spot a car in my driveway. But not just any car, a white Mercedes Benz. My parents are home. Why are they here? Sure it's their house but they never just pop in unannounced! Whatever. Im way to tired to deal with this tonight, I'll deal with the drama in the morning.

Dragging my feet, I walk up the path to my house. All I want is to collapse into my bed and drift off into dreamland, but as soon as I open the door I realize that won't be happening. My parents are wide awake sitting in the living room,their eyes fixated on me. I immediately stop walking, halting under their penetrating gaze. What are they doing awake still? It's practically the middle of the night!

"Elizabeth, do you care to explain why you're coming home at this ungodly hour?" My father bellows, his voice heavy with disapproval. I jump, his tone causing me to flinch.
"I was at a party with Cerelia." I mumble, trying to avert their glares.
"And dressed like that, no less! You been out partying with your little friends trying to get knocked up?"
"How dare you?!" I gasp, recoiling away as if I'd been slapped.
"Oh don't play innocent with us, you little h*e!" My mother snaps. "You think we don't know what goes on at those parties? You're a sl*t!"
"Stop it!" I exclaim, tears gathering in my eyes already. "I was only at the party because Axel invited us!"
"Axel?" My father scoffs. "You mean your delinquent cousin who's turning his back on an Ivy League education? Why are you associating with someone like him?"
"Why do you even care?" I retort, my frustration building. "You're never around anyway!"
"We care because we're your parents! We have a right to know what you're up to!" My mother exclaims.
"Oh, NOW you want to be parents?! What about all those years when you were too busy for me, huh? Where were you then?" I snap, the words tumbling out of me before I can stop them. I've kept all of this bottled up for too long and now it's pouring out everywhere.
"Don't you dare speak to us like that!" My father yells, his face flushing with anger.
"Why not?! It's not like you've ever been there for me!" I challenge, my voice shaking with emotion.
"We've given you everything you could possibly need or want!" My mother interjects. "You're just an ungrateful brat!"
"Everything except love and attention!" I counter, tears threatening to spill out. "You've never cared about my feelings or my dreams, just about how I make you look to your fancy friends!"
Don't be ridiculous Elizabeth," my father snarls, his eyes narrowing. "We've given you every tool to succeed! Emotions don't fit into that equation! Your feelings are simply irrelevant."
"Irrelevant? My feelings are irrelevant?!" I cry out, my voice breaking. "You don't know the first thing about me! All you've ever cared about is your own reputation!"
"I'm your mother! I know everything about you!" My mother snaps.
"Oh yeah?! Then what's my favorite color?" I question, throwing my hands up in exasperation.
"Uh- it's... pink?" She answers, uncertainty faltering her voice.
"See? Nothing!" I seethe.
"I won't say it again, Elizabeth. Do not speak to us like that!" My father warns, his face a menacing shade of red.
"Or what? What's the worst you can do? You're never here anyway!" Tears spill over, streaming down my cheeks as my body trembles with rage and hurt.
"I wish you were never born!" My father explodes, his eyes ablaze with fury. "I told your mother we should've gotten rid of you, but no! You're a mistake Elizabeth, and I hate you!"

The words knock the wind out of me, my vision burring as I try to process their cruelty. My head is spinning and I need to lay down. With a choked sob, I turn and flee to my room, slamming the door behind me. Collapsing onto my bed. I bury my face in my pillow and give in to the torrent of tears.

I stir awake, my eyes blurry from tears as I realize I cried myself to sleep. My heart aches as all the hurtful words my parents had thrown at me come back in a wave of emotions.

I turn over on my side and take a look at my clock, 2:57 am. I reach for my phone on my nightstand and put in the code. My fingers instinctively open Snapchat.

I click on the first profile, Brock. I hesitate before typing,

You:I think it's time.

I take a second and stare at what I'be typed before pressing send. He answers within seconds.

Brock: Time for what Babe?
You: Time for us to meet in person

Suddenly I'm no longer filled with sadness, more like determination.

You: I can't take this anymore I need to see you
Brock: Let's do it

Seeing his reply sends a shiver down my spine.

Brock: Meet me at the bus station at 4
You: am?
Brock: Yes people will notice if we do it in the afternoon
You: ok
Brock: Being only what you can carry we'll start a new life away from this all

My breath catches in my throat. I cant believe this is actually happening. I glance around my room, at all the posters and pictures that have been my work for so long.

With a sense of finality I hop out of bed and pack a small bag of only essentials. With the clock creeping closer to 4 in the morning I tip-toe through my house and out the front door, shutting it carefully to avoid any noise possible.

The cool night air hits me and I take a big breath. For a second I consider ghosting him and going back inside. But something inside of me pushes me forward. I'm ready for it.

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Ohhhh heyyyy guyssss! I'm so sorry I practically ditched y'all for I don't know how long probably around a month or so. I knew what I wanted to write I just didn't have any motivation TO write. Which I'm typically the opposite of, typically I really want to write but don't know what to write.

Also I was working on my silly Francesca story that y'all should totes check out! It's not posted yet because I still have to write a battle sequence but yeah. I am also starting another story! I'm really motivated for it so the first chapter might come out today!

Anyways, Happy Easter, if you celebrate it!

Your task for today is: go make your bed if it isn't, I used to think it was a waste of time but it just makes me feel so much better now!

Bye guys, as always, I love y'all! Thank you for reading!! <3