I hate you more

18. Not So Picture Perfect

Blake has stopped eveyone from coming up to me since we entered our little town, I've got my airpods in so I can avoid it and I don't make eye contact with anyone, it was his idea to keep the airpods in so I didn't need to acknowledge anyone

We ended up booking a hotel room as I didn't want to stay in the now empty childhood house in front of me, it looks exactly how I remember it

It's a full brick house  with a stone path way that leads upto the door the path sounded by lively flowers and trees just in front of the house, it's got two floors, mine was right in the front of the house, its your typical cottage house

I sigh looking at the thing, before heading inside, I push the door open and it creeks as it slides across the wooden floor my mind is suddenly filled with the memories, ghosts of the old life

Talia and I running past the door giggling away with each other

Little Blake chasing me down the hall way because I just ate his last Oreo

7 year old Me chasing 10 year old Blake down the hall way because he just cut my pony tail I had no change catching him

"what are you thinking about" Blakes voice echos through the empty house making the ghosts disappear

"you running away with my hair" I say and he can't help but laugh when the memory enters his mind

"you know I never for that Oreo back" he says and I close my eyes and lightly chuckle at his words

"I'll get you one when we go back" I say tapping his arm before walking further into the house

I walk into the kitchen area and just like the ghosts appear again

Blake Talia and myself arguing over the last pancake at the table it's got Nutella and whipped cream spread on it

"do you see them?" I ask Blake, I probably sound crazy there's nothing there just my memory making my eyes see things

"yeah, you're about to squeeze whipped cream in my face" Blake says with a light chuckle making me feel less crazy at the little ghosts of us

"I remember when I fell down these stairs" he says walking out the kitchen and into the passage way looking at the flight of stairs in front of him

"yeah, you still have the scar on your cheek" I say with a light smile kinda glad the ghosts don't show up to relive that, I'll never forget the day he slipped on one for his toy cars and came crashing down the stairs I'm not entirely sure how he got the cut on his face though

We walk up the stairs and into my old room, my walls are decorated with old photos of the three of us as kids, I remember we used to be really close before the toy thing

I pull the photos off the wall and put them in a little box that I picked up from the kitchen and out them in it, there's nothing else I really want, I've got a photo of my mom on my phone and my dad as well so there's nothing else here for me

We walk back out my room and I can't stop my head from turning towards my mom's, it's got police tape across the door saying do not cross

It my house I'll go where I want

"are you sure you want to do that" Blake asks cautiously as he watches me walk to the room I just nod as a response before pushing the door open

And walking past the tape, I look at the side stable to see a small packet that has been emptied and a needle on the floor, both have thoes police signs next to it with a number on labeling it as evidence

"well now I know she didn't just die" I say in a now angry tone before walking out the room and back down the stairs into the kitchen

My picture perfect house is no longer perfect it's been stained by my drug addict and alcoholic of a mother, my rage only grows more when I see the alchole cupboard that's still decorated with booze

My blood now boiling I walk over to it and rip it open, my hand reaches out for a bottle and I launch it across the room at the picture perfect photo on the wall of me and my parents the glass shatters across it

"woah Kady-Ann" Blakes voice says shocked he was stood in the passage way so he didn't see what happened not that it matters

Because I turn and grab another bottle holding it at the neck I launch it across the room it hits the picture again, shattering and taking the picture off the wall

"kady-Ann stop" Blake says walking over to me but doesn't get in my way as I go to launch another bottle

"why, they destroyed the house why can't I, it is my house after all" I snap I don't mean to take my anger out on him but I just seem to explode

I grab another bottle and launch it at the glass door that separates the lounge and the dining room, the bottle hits the door and goes stright through it shattering as it does

"go on you do one it's fun" I say my anger evident on my face that's burning red hot warm enough to dry the tears that fall from my eyes

I grab another bottle and throw it at another panel of the door it the bottle shatters as usual making the door swing open this time round ad it hit the wooden part instead of the glass that I was aiming for

"stop stop" Blake yells over the shattering bottle grabbing my arms before I can get my hands on another bottle as my emotions take over from rage to crying and back to fave

I try pushing him off me while screaming at him to let go, while tyring not to cry but it just starts flowing like a river, my legs seem to turn into jello making me collapse onto the ground, luckily Blakes grip stops me just before u hit the floor

He crowches down and pulls me into his chest holding me tightly against him, my hands gripping onto his arms as I scream in pain, my eyes flowing like a river at this point

I cry like this for a good 10 minutes before I eventually calm down and apologise to Blake for freaking out like that

I've never shown any emotions in front of him, never mind having a full on break down like that, I've never done that in front of anyone not even Talia

Blake and I are sat on the floor leaning against the cupboards drinking out of a bottle of whisky that I didn't smash as we look over all the shattered glass scattered across the once picture perfect house

"let's get out of here" blake says standing up holding his hand out for me to take so he can help me to my feet, not that I need, I just want to feel the warmth of his hands again

His fingers lock with mine as we carefully walk around the glass and out the door to where a taxi is already waiting