TMMT!2012! One shots

Leo X Home trouble

I never liked staying at home. It's one of the only reasons I ever liked going to school.

But now summer's coming around, and my senior year of high school doesn't start for another three months. Which means I'm stuck with my parents, with nothing to do to escape. One would think I could stay with a friend, except none of them know my home situation. And I sure as hell aren't explaining it.

My parents are on and off. One minute they're screaming their heads off about a fight, threatening a divorce, causing whoever angrier to leave for a couple days. Just like bipolar disorder, they suddenly become lovey dovey all over again. Its all great until something else sets them off, causing the cycle to repeat again.

Making them forget about their daughter, me. Who is stuck, cooped up in her room having to listen to all this shit.

I hate it. It drives me mad.

Its two weeks into summer vacation now and I hate it already. I'm pretty sure today is Tuesday. I'm not sure. I haven't charged my phone, and I'm afraid to get out of my bed. Because once I have, they'll know I'm awake.

Forgot to mention sometimes (meaning most of the time) they try to involve me in their petty fights.

I open my eyes hesitantly, to be met with my dark and messy room. The blinds to the windows are closed, and beyond them I can see it looks like evening.

Must've slept the whole day.

Slowly, I sit up, the blankets sliding down to my waist. I'm wearing a worn out cinnamon roll shirt. Used to be my favorite, until it really just became my go to shirt for when I'm upset.

After sliding out of bed, loud, unfortunately familiar voices fill my ears behind the door and most likely downstairs. They're fighting again.

Today I can't deal with this. I've slept all day, I need to get out. But then again, I don't want to go downstairs.

I'll get dressed, then find my escape route.

It takes a few minutes of search, but I eventually find a clean hoodie and leggings. Both black. I slide both on, find a mismatched pair of socks, and fish out my worn out sneakers. I've had these for like, three years now.

When your parents are too caught up in each other, they don't really notice when you need new shoes.

It takes some more digging, but I find a $20 bill shoved in a pocket of a random pair of jeans.

"Fiona?" A painstaking male voice calls. "Are you awake, sweetie?"

Shit. I know that tone. He wants something. Quickly, I make my way over to the window, yanking open the blinds and pulling open the window.

"I'm coming in, Fiona." The knob turns.

Without another moment to waste I duck outside our NYC apartment building onto the metal porch outside. I set the ladder free, but not before shutting the door behind me before I make my escape.

As my feet hit the ground, I realize that even the NYC air is nice. Way nicer than being cooped up in there, with those guys.

I hear my dad's voice, but don't listen to the words. Instead I pull up my hood, and walk the evening streets of NYC.

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After walking around a bit, clearing my head, it occurs to me how hungry I am. My stomach makes sure to remind me with a growl. I place a palm over it in an attempt to soothe its hunger.