Darling You'll Be Okay

Never Seeing This House Again

Casey POV

When my parents stopped screaming at me, I took my opportunity to leave the house, leave and never come back. I mean I'm 24, I have no life, and I'm still living with my parents, well my adoptive parents. I found a bag, grabbed 2 Fall Out Boy shirts, 1 My Chemical Romance shirt, a Panic! at the Disco tanktop, a sweater, and 3 pairs of pants. I also grabbed my phone, charger, wallet, extra money, and headphones. I went into my bathroom, and got everything I needed from there. I grabbed my bag, and sat on my windowsill, 'Shit,' I thought to myself, 'I need food,' There was no way to get to the kitchen without anyone knowing. There were quiet footsteps that were slowly growing louder, I quickly tossed my bag in my closet and went on my phone, and pretended like nothing was happening. My door started to open,

"Hey, you little emo pile of shit, clean my room for me," I heard the horrendous voice of my little sister Carmela. I didn't look away from my phone, and just scoffed, 

"Why should I? It's your room," I said thinking of the sass in my voice laughing to myself at how I was like Gerard,

"Because you know what mom and dad will do if you don't listen to me," she says, slowly walking closer to me. I freeze instantly, look up at Carmela she was smirking. I shoot her a glare, but slowly approach her room. I can't believe a seventeen year old is bossing me around.

"Bye bitch, clean it well, I'm off to the Nicki Minaj concert! Mommy, Daddy we need to leave now, so we aren't late!" she yelled that throughout the whole house. I heard the front door shut, watched them pull out of the driveway and leave. I smiled, this was my chance to leave. I ran downstairs and grabbed food, stuffed it all in my bag, and went to the front door. It wouldn't open, they locked it. I had to crawl out the window, I didn't really care though. I plugged my headphones in and Tiffany Blews started blasting in my ears. I didn't have any idea where I was going, or where I would stay. So I just walked, thinking of a plan. Finally, I decided to go to my favorite coffee shop, that was ten minutes away from my house,

"Hello dear, what would you like?" the barista asked, way to cheery.

"Just a latte is fine," I said looking up at the menu,

" That would be $3.75," she said, I handed her the money, and sat at a table. She eventually walked over to me, and handed me my drink, I weakly smiled at her. I just sat there, listening to my music and charging my phone, I checked the time, I had been there for 2 hours. I didn't care though. I looked up from my phone for the first time since I got my drink, I saw someone there, someone so recognizable. Is it? No it couldn't be. Then he looked at me. 

Patrick Stump

Patrick Stump was in the same coffee shop as me.