living a dream ~ casey johnson

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Amelia's POV

I can hear them, talking about me as if I'm nothing, as if I'm not even here, their own daughter. Obviously I know Toms the big success of the family and they're so very proud of their son but it's not right, none of my friends have ever been treated like this by their parents. It's not normal, parents should love their children, or should I say child. I grabbed an old bag from ontop of my wardrobe, throwing everything I might need into it....clothes, shoes, toiletries etc. once I'd packed everything, i took one last look at everything, remembering all the memories I had here. I remember when Tom and I were little, he would always stick up for me in front of my parents, we had so many good memories. I went downstairs opening the living room door where everything almost immediately fell silent. Both my parents looked at me in utter disgust.

"You got what you want, I'm going." I said calmly before leaving, closing the door behind me. I took a deep breathe before walking down this boring old street, the street I had lived on for 18 years...my home. I don't bother looking back, it wouldn't Suprise me if my mum and dad are outside the door waving me of. It was quite late about 11:30pm, I wasn't quite sure as I didn't put my watch on and my phone was in my pocket. I walked to a nearby park where I could hear faint music from a club round the corner.

Various people have passed me asking if I was okay, of course which I replied to 'yeah' hoping they'd all mind their fucking business but you know what London's like, people sticking their nose in all the time. I got my headphones out of my pocket, plugging them into my iPod and started to play one of mine and toms favourite songs...it made me happy but sad at the same time. Happy because it brings back loads of memories before Tom left but sad because it now just reminds me of how alone I am. My brothers off living his life, having fun whilst what am I doing? I'm sat on a public bench in a park feeling sorry for myself. I have nowhere to live. I have no family left, well I have tom but god knows where he is, all he said to me before he left is I'm only a phonecall away. I know what your thinking...why not just call him? I don't know. I don't want to bother him, pull him away from the fun he's probably having, drown him with all my problems, just like I've drown myself. I'll just have to deal with them on my own.

Chris' POV

"Come on jake let's go." I said dragging him by his arm out the club.

"But I was having fun." He slurred. I rolled my eyes still dragging him along the path.

"You're drunk out of your mind jake. It's either this or you'll find yourself waking up out here somewhere surrounded by fans in the freezing cold and you don't want that." I said sternly before He knew I was right. We carried on walking until I came across this figure sat on the bench. She looked cold, didn't even have a blanket but had all her bags with her. I stopped Jake from walking as he looked at me weirdly, wondering why I stopped. I walked up to this girl and sat next to her on the edge of the bench. Slowly she paused her music, pulling the headset out.

"Are you okay Darlin?" I said quietly making sure I didn't startle her. She simply nodded and looked back down. "What're you doing by yourself in the middle of the night with all your bags?" I asked.

"My parents hate me." Was all she said as a tear slipped down her cheek. I wiped it away and stood up.

"Come with me." I said as she looked at me, millions of questions going through her mind. "You can stay at ours for a while." I smiled.

"I'm not that stupid, like I'm just gonna move in with someone I met on the street" She laughs, standing up her bags thrown over her shoulder.

"Don't b silly! We won't hurt you!" I sigh.

"Are you..you sure? I mean I don't wanna cause trouble..." She questioned as I laughed.

"Come on it's freezing." She smiled a bit before following me and a drunk Jake home.