Troubled | alex turner

one

autumn chloe radford

I looked at my outfit for a final time. I was never one to care so much about my looks,didn't have the time or the desire to give effort - but that didn't mean that I wanted to look like crap. I normally wore jeans, a top and my leather jacket, which I never seemed to ditch; tonight was no exception. I wore ripped black skinny jeans, a lace black crop top and my leather jacket. I'm quite colourful, as I'm sure almost everyone can tell.

"Let's go fuck some shit up," I say with a smile as I grab my keys and shut off the lights.

My smile immediately fades when I see my parents outside my room, with their arms folded, yet my dad can barely stand; nice going. I ignore them as I lock my bedroom, knowing that they would do stupid things if I were to do otherwise.

They've stolen my money, my shoes, and my whole closet once. They're so fucking drunk all the time that I don't even know what they're like when they're sober.

I join them in this apparently common action of folding arms. "Good evening, Mum and Dad. How are you this fine evening?" I say sarcastically. I might've been too much of a softie this morning, almost crying because of these pathetic low lives. Not again, because right now, I'm taking no shit.

"Shut up you little slut," Mum retorts, as I widen my eyes and laugh.

"Whatever Mum, I get more dick than you'll ever get," I smile sweetly, and my mother tries to punch me but I hold her fist and throw it back. "I'll be back by the time you've passed out," I say and walk out the door. I hear the pair of them calling after me, yet I continue ignoring them.

I sigh as I slam the door, closing my eyes momentarily. I wonder what it's like to have normal parents.

I shake my head at myself. I was being too over dramatic, and I needed to stop pitying myself. People have it worse, way worse, so I need to shut up and get my shit together. Popping my jacket's collar, I hop on the motorcycle, jamming the key in as I begin to drive it.

The feeling that made me forget everything in my life was this feeling, having the atmosphere around me be played in fast forward as the motorcycle glides against the road rapidly, as wind travels through my hair.

Upon reaching there, I see Niall's, Leo's and Luke's car parked out front. Taylor must've hitched a ride with Niall; she always does, they're pretty close.

Luke, Niall, Leo, Taylor and myself were in a group, you could say. We're a group that does things, things that maybe aren't the best, for money.

I stepped inside the garage. The Garage was, to put it simply, a garage. The garage was just a place where only we were allowed. We thought that we should probably name ourselves, as it would be easier, and we came up with razor roses. It's kind of emo, but whatever; we needed a name.

"Hello, Double R's," I smirked, grabbing a beer from the fridge, then proceeding to sit next to Taylor. "Cheers," we say in unison as we click our beers together and sip.

Leo came out of the bathroom and laughed. "Half an hour late. Good to know you never change, Autumn."

I smirk, taking another sip. "Knowing me for three years did you good."

"No one knows you, Autumn. You're full of surprises," He retorts, and I ignore that comment, not thinking much of it.

"Anyone got a fag on them?" I say, turning round.

"I've got a couple of Marlboro's," Taylor says, and I roll my eyes. Her and her Marlboros.

"Dunhill?" Leo offers.