Vexed ➳ j.g (DISCONTINUED)

24

Two Weeks Later
6:30 pm

The only sound I could hear was the clinking of forks on to the glass plates my family were eating from. There was no talking between my family and I at the moment. My parents were still fighting 24/7 while Tracy and I still weren't talking to each other.

At dinners nobody really says a word, but if they do then it's just asking to pass the watermelon or the cantaloupe. I honestly hate it, my school life is falling apart and so is my life at home and I have no clue what to do about it.

"I'm going to my office." My dad speaks up from the silence and picks up his plate.

"Of course you are." My mom mumbles.

"Anna," He groans. "shut up."

"You never spend time with us."

"I just did." He gestures to the food on the table.

"You didn't say a word to us, Travis."

"You guys didn't say a word to me either." He rolls his eyes and ventures into the kitchen through the arch way, my mom instantly standing up and following after him.

"Why do you avoid us all the time, Travis? You never even look at your kids anymore!" She starts and I sigh while I continue eating dinner.

"I'm busy, Anna."

"With what exactly?"

"Work." He says through gritted teeth, indicating that she needs to just drop the conversation.

"Work, okay. You can't speak to your family while you eat because you're busy with "work"."

"God dammit, I'm done talking about this. The girls can hear us."

"So? They see you doing this shit too." She argues and I stand up from my chair, grabbing my empty plate and walking into the kitchen.

"Are you done with your plate?" I ask my dad and hold out my hand. They both hesitantly look at me, but he hands me his dish. "Thanks." I mutter and stash them into the dishwasher.

"I'm going to my office, like I previously said." My dad grumbles and heads up the stairs. My mom lets out a huge sigh and rubs her eyes.

"I hate this." She almost whispers.

"It'll be okay, mom, you know bad times come and go." I half-heartedly smile and place my hand on her back.

"I know." She breathes.

"I'm going to bed, I love you." I wrap my arms around her fragile body and hug her tightly. I feel her let out a huge breath before we pull away. I wish things could just go back to how they used to be, I don't like seeing my mom like this.

"Goodnight, sweetie." She weakly smiles as I trudge up the stairs and into my bedroom.

I decide to text Sammy a few moments later and ask if he wants to come over and get drunk with me since that's all I want to do at the moment.

To: Sammy
Want to come over and drink with me?

From: Sammy
Hell yeah!

To: Sammy
Cool be here at 11 and I'll let you in!

From: Sammy
Will do lil mama

11:05 pm

To: Sammy
Are you here yet?

From: Sammy
Yeah! just pulled up actually

I lock my phone and silently open my door, peeking around to make sure everyone's door is closed and the lights are off; which they are.

I tip toed down the stairs and made sure to be aware in case anyone decided to stay downstairs for the night - which they didn't. I slowly unlatch the front door and open it for Sam.

"Hey, girl." He smugly smiles.

1:23 am

"Oh shit, and remember when Skate spilled that acidic shit in chemistry class?" Sam snorts and we start laughing even harder than a few seconds ago.

"Yes! Ms. Moore was so pissed and she made everyone leave the classroom."

"That was the best." I chuckle and take another drink out of the Captain Morgan bottle, then chase it with some Gatorade because it tastes like shit.

"So," Sammy begins after staring off into space. "You talked to Gilinsky lately?"

"No." I scoff and drink again.

"You should talk to him."

"Really? You too?"

"No, seriously, just have like a five minute talk and if you're still not cool with it then let him know." He shrugs and grabs the bottle from me.

My head spins and I feel half the alcohol rushing through me while the other sits in my stomach, waiting to be thrown up tomorrow whenever I wake up. Gross.

"I don't know, I'm still pissed about it."

"Still?"

"Sam- it's not something I'm going to forgive him for right away."

"I get that-"

"I don't think any of you do, he told everyone about my private experience with him and it just shows me that I can't trust him."

Sammy lets out a big sigh and takes a swig from the Captain Morgan's.

"Whatever," He swallows the liquid and sets it on the floor in between us. "It's your choice, not mine. But, I'm going to sleep because I'm tired as hell." He hoists himself off the ground and walks over to my door, locking it, and then flopping on to my bed.

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I HAVENT UPDATED IN A MONTH IM SO SORRY GUYS!

I'm seriously always so busy with work, school, new friends, and it takes up so much of my time. I really am so sorry! I love you guys❤️

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