With or Without You.

Part Three

My dad greats us at the door, "How was it ladies?"

"Just perfect Harold, you should see how beautiful our little Spencer looked in that dress!" Margret exaggerated.

"I'm sure, i'm glad y'all had fun." He smiled. I couldn't take it. i left without a word and went to hide in my room. I fell face first into my bed and went to sleep. i could stand never waking up at this point. I wake up and look at the clock on my bedside table. 9:30pm. I sat up and pulled off my boots. Avoiding going downstairs and being trapped in an unwanted conversation I climbed in the shower. As I washed my tear stained fresh a boy stumbled into the bathroom. I let out a scream, covering my body. Luckily fog covered most of the glass shower.

 "Sorry, sorry." The boy said holding up a apologetic hand that was wrapped around a bottle as he left. Startled I sat on the bench catching my breath. I could only guess that was Collin, my soon to be step brother. What was he doing drunk he's only one year older than me. I wrapped a towel around my body and stepped into the cold air. As I pulled on my tank top i could hear margret talking in a scolding voice. Sucks for you Collin, how could he be so careless? Wrapping the towel on my head I cracked open the door. "You can't keep behaving this way Collin, Harold is going to be your father and you have to respect him." She said sternly.

"He's not my father, you chased that one away! Remember?" he said angrily raising his voice.

 "He chose to leave us. You know that as well as I."  she said.

"Bullshit Margret, he couldn't live up to your expectations, no one can!" he said now yelling.

"Collin Dean Goldridge. I am your mother, you have no place to call me Margret or speak to me in that tone." Se said straining to keep a firm tone.

"Tone?" He laughed hysterically. "Leave it to you Margret, this isn't a tone this is yelling. I pity this man. Nothing's perfect, like hell you are to say the very least." He said loudly.

"I'm going to meet Harold, we wont be back till late. There's money for dinner in the kitchen, please make sure Spencer gets something to eat." She said shakily, leaving. He nods condescendingly. I honestly didn't know who to feel sorry for. Margret is a perfectionist and she makes everyone live up to standereds ut he sure did chew her out. Colling turned towards the staircase and i quickly closed the door and sat on my bed.

"Spencer?" Collin knocked. I opened my door, "If your hungry, you best get dressed I'm going out." He said sounding slightly less agrressive. I nodded, "10 minutes." he said walking away.  Not knowing what he meant by going out I pulled on some skinny jeans and a flannel button up to cover my tanktop, flicking black eyeliner down my lid and smudging in out. "Coming?" Collin yelled from the foyer. He walked out the door, grabbing my bag I ran down the stairs.