Love Is Stupid, Love Is Kind

Chapter 10: "I have fucking issues..."

Chapter 10

Lana

Shouting could be heard all the way in Peyton's room. I was starting to worry about what was happening so curious me made my way down the hall towards the conflict.

"IF YOU HATE HER SO MUCH WHY DON'T YOU JUST LEAVE DAD? HUH? HAS IT EVER OCCURRED TO YOU THAT WE DON'T NEED YOU?"

"Don't you dare talk to me like that."

I peeked over the tall banisters of the stairs and saw Peyton‚ his father and his mother standing around the broken shards of glass. Peyton looked pissed beyond belief.

"Both of you! Stop this!" His mom screamed.

"Shut UP! JUST SHUT UP!"

"I don't even know who you are anymore. You're too far down the bumpy road for me to even call you my wife anymore."

Before I could even blink‚ Peytons (good) fist connected with his father's eye. He stumbled back and held his eye with both hands. Peyton stepped forward and continued to beat on his father. I gasped but quickly slapped my hand over my mouth.

"Peyton stop! You are going to kill him! Stop! Son please!" His mom pulled Peyton off his father and Peyton stood back and laughed.

"You're a coward. A lying‚ fucked up‚ coward. Is this how you would want Tyler to see you dad? Is it? Beating on mom verbally and physically? Because‚" He stepped closer to his father‚ who flinched‚ and dropped down to his level. Peyton's voice was pure hatred.

"If anything‚ he would want to beat the shit out of you too."

"Peyton stop! I'm begging you son. Please." His mom pleaded but Peyton just laughed a deeply evil laugh.

"This family is so fucked up. I'm leaving. Have a good time with this dip shit mom. Oh and don't forget to take your pills. Or is your perfect husband going to remind you. Ha."

This side of Peyton was terrifying. So many questions swirled around my head and I turned to walk back into Peyton's room but my feet were glued to the floor and the room started to spin.

Who was Tyler?

Pills?

Abuse?

What the hell have I just walked into?

I tried once again to walk back to Peyton's room before he saw me but I just couldn't. I slid down to the floor and put my head in my hands.

For Peyton to get that mad... I could only imagine his thoughts right now. How he must feel. How angry he must be.  But god‚ he was terrifying. I now understood why he didn't want me to come. I also understood what he meant by "you obviously haven't seen me on the LAX field".

"Lana?"

Oh god.

"Peyton I-"

"Let's go. Please. I just need to get out of here. Please."

His voice was so sorrowful and desperate. Like every string in his body kind of just broke. I was able to stand up then‚ grabbing my jacket I had brought along and walking down the stairs with Peyton following close behind. He had grabbed my hand for comfort as we walked passed his parents who were still on the floor. They stared at me as I walked out of the door with Peyton.  We silently got into the car and he buckled his seatbelt as I started the car. As we pulled out of the driveway‚ I looked over at my broken Peyton.

"I don't want to talk about it. Any of it. So please don't ask." He growled.

"I was just going to compliment how the light makes your cast glow beautifully."