Do or Die | A Slipknot story

chapter eighteen

My eyes widened to the size of the moon while everyone else erupted in small cheers. At that point, I was the only being in the room who probably wasn't genuinely happy about the new learned fact.

It may seem like I'm exaggerating about my step mother being pregnant, but in an odd way, it hurt.
It hurt to know that I wouldn't be an only child, their only priority. I'm not trying to sound selfish, and maybe I am, but knowing that my parents may not get to experience anything I do anymore, it really hurts.

With a new baby, they would have to pay attention it, obviously. I don't have a problem with that, but they probably won't be able to do anything with me.

I've never been the one to die for attention, but it's my parents. Well, dad and step mother, but still. I know they may not get to see me perform at this new music school with a newborn baby.

But, they obviously wanted a baby, so if they're happy, I guess that's a good thing.

"Alex" a voice spoke, followed by a snap from the same persons fingers.

My head snapped up for my eyes to meet my dads. His head tilted to the side at my teary gaze. Without another glance, I stood from the chair and silently made my way up to the room I was staying in.

Quietly shutting the door, I slid down to the floor and buried my face in my hands, bringing my knees to my chest.

My hand seemed to have a new activity at that point; wiping stray tears away.

As I assumed, a knock at the door sounded maybe five minutes later. It was either my dad and Stephanie, wanting to sleep, or only one of them wishing to talk.

"Alex," my dad spoke. I shut my eyes and shook my head, trying to put my tears to an end.

"What?" I whispered, not expecting him to hear me. But, unfortunately, he did.

"Alex please unlock the door and we can talk" he begged, shaking the doorknob.

" 'bout what?" I asked sarcastically. For some odd reason, I was more angry than I was sad, and I was determined to show it.

"Alex, c'mon"

I smirked a sarcastic smirk to myself, and replied,
"Go talk to Stephanie's stomach"

I heard a loud sigh and movement away from the door. But, I also heard some mumbling that I couldn't make out.

I shook my head once more and shakily stood, making my way over to the corner of the room my bag sat in. Dropping down, I curled into a ball and fell asleep.

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My attempt to sleep failed almost as badly as the first one due to the consistent knocking on the wooden door. Various voices belonging to the guys shouted or whispered, only trying to find a way to get me to go out or speak. But, with none of an answer from me, they eventually left.

I sighed, rolling over on my back and reaching my hands to my face. I rubbed my eyes and sat up to observe the room.

It was a decent room, tan walls with multiple pictures of scenery hanging about. There was a large bed that had a nice bed covering draped over it. A dresser stood at each side of the room, allowing much more space to put belongings.

I heard a car rumbling outside, so I rushed to the window to see who was leaving. Our car was pulling away from this place, and it seemed to be full.

Did they just leave me?

Surely not.

Confused, I unlocked the bedroom door but immediately went back to sit in my corner.

I contemplated going downstairs to see if anyone was there, or waiting to see if our car returned.

I'll go with option number one.

I sighed once more and stood, stuffing my phone in the pocket of my hoodie, and started down the steps.

To my luck, I walked in on my dad and Stephanie crying.

If I said I wasn't guilty, I'd be lying. But, I was sad, so I wasn't sure how to express anything.

Taking a seat on the same black chair, I began to speak.
"I'm sorry I flipped out"

With no answer, I looked up to see them looking back at me.

Just at that glance, I began to cry again.

"No, Alex. It's okay, I understand how you feel" Stephanie assured, standing up to hug me. She leaned down to my height and embraced me in her arms. I hugged her back, crying softly on her shoulder.

My dad soon came over and hugged me as well, but ended up sitting next to me in the big chair. Stephanie sat on the arm, and we just sat there in a silence that was somewhere in between awkward and comfortable.

"Are you gonna forget about me?" I asked, holding my breath for the answer.

"Alex, I've missed the first fifteen years of your life. You're sixteen now, and you're almost old enough to live on your own. Nothing's gonna keep me from you. I'm not wasting the next three or four years of your time with me. That's unless you decide to live with me until you get married" he laughed slightly. I smiled, hugging my dads side.

"We won't forget you sweetie" Stephanie reassured.

I wanted to believe them. Really, I did.

But deep down, I just... Couldn't.

a/n - hey everyone! I've decided to update again because the last one took so long. But, sorry that this one is a bit short and rushed.

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