Too Many Confessed! ( ON Hold )

Chapter 2 - Don't Ignore Me

This story seems to be pretty popular so I just wrote what should be a long chapter for you guys :):)

Dedicated to Mahi-216 for being the first one to comment on TMC :):)

It's not a happy one, sorry, but those will be after the accident ;)

Enjoy...

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I arrived home after finishing answering the questions and walking the short 10 minutes home.

I opened the unlocked front door and dropped my bag on the floor and kicked off my shoes.

"I'm home!" My voice echoed through my seemingly empty house. I was right. No one called back to me.

I sighed heavily, used to being home alone most of the time as both of my parents worked long hours.

I trudged into the kitchen and walked to the fridge. I was going to look what we had that I could cook for tea and my parents would heat it up when they got home from work, like they usually did.

I stared into an empty fridge and sighed again. I began rummaging through cupboards to find some gone-off tuna, Rivita biscuits and an empty box of cereal, that someone obviously forgot to throw away.

They still hadn't been shopping. I had told them that we were running low on supplies about a week ago.

I love how I have to do everything...

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After I had reluctantly walked the half an hour walk to the store and bought some essentials, I had walked home and began cooking dinner.

I had decided on lasagne for tonight because it was my favourite and I felt like I needed a bit of cheering up.

I served up a plate and covered the remaining lasagne in the dish and put it back in the oven.

I ate alone, as usual and when I finished I washed the dishes and climbed the stairs to my haven.

My bedroom.

I sat on my bed and immediately felt better as I flopped onto my pillows and picked up the latest book I have been reading.

It was 'The Undomestic Goddess' by Sophie Kinsella, one of my favourite authors.

People can call me a geek for reading when it wasn't necessary, but to me, it was my saviour. It helped me block out whatever was happening in my life and just enjoy a character's happiness or even feel sorry for them in a time of need.

Yes, they may be fictional, but it saved me from thinking about how low I had been feeling lately.

I smiled when I heard a car outside and went to my window to see both of my parents cars pull up onto the drive. My smile grew when they climbed out, but it quickly fell.

I saw them looking angrily at eachother and saw their lips moving but couldn't hear what they were saying.

But I could tell they were arguing.

I should have expected it. Over the last couple of months, whenever my parents were together, it seemed like they were always arguing. Somehow, my Dad always managed to find a way to blame me.

I knew this argument would probably last a while since my little sister, Sophia, was staying at her friend's house tonight so they could take her to ballet practice tomorrow.

When they first started arguing, about a year ago, I was 14. My brother, Tom, was 16, and he was my hero. Sometimes, when their fighting got really bad, I couldn't sleep at night so he used to come and lie in my bed with me. It helped me to sleep when I felt safe in my big brother's arms.

But my parent's arguing had pushed Tom away. He was 17 now, 18 in a few months. He was rarely home, and if he was, he would just hide in his room, like I did mine. When he was out, he would smoke and drink. I'd also heard that he had been doing drugs, but I haven't found the guts to ask him about that yet. I didn't really want to know the answer unless it was no.

I wasn't surprised when the house fell silent. They were probably just catching a breath, ready for the next round of insults.

I felt the need to show my face at least once, before I went to bed since it was only 8:30.

I opened my bedroom door and closed it before slowly climbing down the stairs into the living room.

The tension was so thick you could cut it with a knife.

I hate that saying, but there is no other way I could think of how to explain the awkward feel of the room.

My Mom was sitting on the arm of the couch. She met my gaze but then looked at the floor, but I caught the guilt in them.

I then looked to my Dad who was standing on the other side of the room behind the recliner.

His face was red and his jaw clenched, a sure sign that he was angry. Really angry.

"You got detention, again?" He spat in my direction and I grimaced at his tone. I stayed quiet, knowing that anything I say will just end up angering him further.

"Don't ignore me, Alexis." His voice was low and filled with authority.

"I'm Sorry." My voice sounded foreign as it came out almost as a whisper.

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An hour and a half later, I was slowly taking the stairs up to my bedroom.

I hadn't cried once while my Dad had shouted at me and told me how much of a disappointment to him I was, how he didn't understand what my problem was and how I was turning out just like Tom. I took in every word he said and willed myself not to cry and show him how weak I was.

I had suceeded but as soon as my bedroom door was closed behind me, the first tear fell down my cheek as I slid my back down against my door until I was sat on the floor.

After the first one, the tears seemed unable to stop as I cried for what felt like hours.

I looked at my digital clock and realised that it was 10:50.

I felt exhaustion wash over me and I stripped down to my underwear and pulled on some pajama shorts and a strappy top. I climbed into my cold bed and wished for sleep to take me.

But it didn't.

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I hope you enjoyed it :) don't know when I'll be uploading the next chapter because I haven't wrote it yet. *Looks guilty* O__o

Keep reading and next chapter you will meet Tom ;) who I cast as Penn Badgley but you can imagine him however you want when I introduce you to him :D <3