The Summer I Got Hot {L.H} ~ Book 1

Chapter Nine

"Matías? Mila?" The front door slammed shut and the sound of a bag dropping on the floor echoed through the house. "Are you home?" My brother and I looked at each other with dread from either end of the sofa before standing up. I followed Matías as we wandered into the hallway where my parents where.
"Oh my babies!" My mother cried, forever acting with over exaggeration. She flung her arms round us and squeezed us tight. She stroked our hair with her soft hands and for a moment I thought I wasn't in trouble as my father joined in for a family hug.
"I can't believe how stupid you could have been!" My father told me after we had pulled apart. "We trusted you and gave you a responsibility." I hung me head low in shame. There's nothing worse than knowing you've let down your parents. "I do hope you realise you'll be grounded for a long time?" For all my father was a big friendly giant, he was also the terrifying when he got angry.
"I'm so disappointed in you Mila." My mother backed him up, "I thought better of you."
"I'm sorry." I said, my voice barely audible. They just looked at me. "I never meant for any of this to happen."
"And as for this Luke Hemmings boy, I don't think you should bother seeing him again. He seems like trouble." My dad ordered me and I nodded. I agreed with him. "Your mother and I have decided that you are grounded until Christmas. No hanging out with anyone, no late nights, no clubs unless it's school clubs and your not getting your car back until Christmas either. And guess who's paying the car bill? Because it's not your mother or I?"
"I understand." I told them. Leaving them to unpack, I sulked off to my room and shut the door behind me. The sun was just beginning to set and my yellow painted room was lit up with oranges and pinks through the shutter blinds.
I sat on the edge of my bed and ran a hand through my hair, feeling glum. I already felt guilty and my parents grounding me, rightly so, for what felt like the rest of eternity didn't make me feel any better.
And I defiantly needed another job to pay for car repairs. I decided to look after I'd had my dinner.
My mother shouted on me a few moments later and I wandered through into the dining room. A cooked pizza lay in the middle of the mahogany table with four places sat around it. Taking my usual seat on the left side, I silently took a few pieces and put them onto my plate.
"So how was your night?" I asked nervously.
"Yes, it was good thank you." My father replied with a cutting tone. The table was awkwardly silent. It was unusual for my family to be so quiet. Usually we would chat away about whatever happened during the day, passing each other another drink or sharing our food around. But not tonight.
After an agonising thirty minutes of eating in complete silence.
"I'll tidy up." I announced, standing up. My chair screeched across the floor as I pulled away from the table and u gathered up the empty plates from around the dining not table and carried them carefully into the kitchen, keeping a watchful eye on making sure I made as less a noise as possible as I loaded them into the dishwasher. As I went back through to the dining room, I found it empty and only the place settings left. Sighing, I gathered them up and turned out the light. Wiping down the place mats and tidying up the kitchen, I then threw the dirty dish cloth into the washing basket and left the kitchen. As I passed the living room, it was a kick in the gut to see the usually open door firmly shut and the telly blaring loudly from the room; my mother, father and brother laughing at the TV whilst I was standing outside, clearly not invited into the party.
Stalking off to my room, I tried to remember it was my own fault that they were so angry with me but when you had no one else to talk to, life was slightly more difficult.
I didn't have any friends to miss when I was grounded, didn't have anyone to text and ask if they felt like sneaking out, didn't have anyone to text and tell them my parents where being 'totally unfair and totally unreasonable. I mean it's not even my fault is it?'.
Just as I began to feel sorry for myself, a loud knock on the glass doors in my room made me jump in fright. Walking over, I peered through the blind and came face to face with a chin. Faffing around with the blind, I finally managed to pull it out the way and found an alarmed Luke and posse. I frowned.
"Please let us in?" His voice was barely audible because of the sound of crashing waves behind him and the loud shrieking seagulls circling.
Unlocking the door, I violently pushed it out onto my balcony and he took a step back. "Please Mila? Let us in?" Calum, Michael and Ashton stood behind him, biting their nails and peering around as if they were looking for someone.
"And why would I do that?" I asked, blocking the doorway.
"Because if you don't we're going to get beat up." Luke said frantically. They all looked genuinely scared of something; eyes wide and lips trembling. But why did I care if they were going to get beaten up?
"They're here." Ashton said before I could think of replying.
"Too late, we're coming in." Luke said, pushing past me and knocking me aside. They all rushed into my bedroom where bras lay on top of piles of clothes on the floor and my homework books where scattered across my bed. This was my safe place and I didn't like them being here. "Shut the fucking door." He hissed at me.

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Heyyyy guys I'm so sorry for the late update I've been in and out of hospital this week and I've had no time to really update so I'm so sorry and I know this is a short chapter as well!

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