Anomalous Lovers.

Desiderate.

WARNING: Mature scenes approaching, if you'd rather not view this content the /// symbols will symbolize the beginning and ending of the scene, so skip past. Enjoy.
I don't know how I feel about this chapter...Like it just goes from 0-100 then back to 0 and then to 100 again. Like sh** just escalates.

Desiderata- something (lacking) that is desired, or wanted desperately.

Anomalous- different from what is standard, normal, expected, or "the usual".

I sat in bed. I didn't know what to do, or what to say. I didn't speak at all to my family. I had never seen my father so angry. What could I say? I just avoided everyone and stayed in my room. They had been arguing for hours down there until Amyra just left. I'm sure she had Trevor pick her up too. My dad called the police saying she ran away. I just didn't want to be apart of it. I didn't want to watch my family fall apart. I'd rather not. Amyra has been acting up and getting away with it since my mom moved in. I won't blame her though. Amyra's old enough to understand her wrongs.

No one was home now. Dad was out searching for her, mom hasn't been here since last night. It was just me. Scorpio had texted me, but I already knew he was trying  to give me some kinda lecture so I didn't look at it. Someone was knocking on the front door downstairs. I took my time to answer it. To my surprise it was Scorpio. "Hey." I said. This was strange because he rarely comes to the front door. He walked in. "How come you're ignoring me?" He asked. I shut the door and looked back at him. "I just didn't want to talk." I said. "Yeah well you didn't have to be a bitch. What if it was something important? What if I really needed you?" He was upset and I could care less. "What the f**k? I'm sure it wasn't that important and you don't have to come over here acting crazy either. What if my dad was here?" I mumbled. "What if he was? I don't give a f**k Amira. Why don't you want us to meet? You've met my family, my friends. I don't get it. It's bullsh**. This relationship is bullsh**. You know what, f**k you. I don't need this." He started to leave, but I stopped him. "Hey, what the hell is wrong with you?! Don't come in my house acting like that, and just try to leave. Explain!" I shouted. "No, because it's not important. You said it yourself. I don't even know why I came over here." He said. "You're so dramatic, like you're the only one with problems. Like I'm supposed to listen every time you're upset. I had a bad day too...You came to talk, so talk." I replied. "No, f**k that. You should've talked to me when I tried to. You don't have to be a bitch to everybody, because you found out your sister's a hoe. That's nobody's fault but her's, she exposed herself. And you know what else?! You need to stop being so damn dramatic. Every time you get mad at somebody you want to put your hands on them. You're a hypocrite! It makes you look dumb as hell. Stop being so violent." I would've punched him if I was crazy enough to😐.
"I'm not being violent! Don't tell me what t-" he got extremely close, backing me into the wall. He put his hands against the wall, sheltering me there. It was intimidating. "What you mad?" I didn't say anything. "Put your hands on me. I dare you to." He said it as if it was a threat. Was it a threat? What the hell is this? I don't know why, but I was scared. I didn't speak. I knew my voice would crack and I didn't want him to know that I was afraid. So I kept my chin up and stared back at him. He didn't smirk or anything like his usual self would. He grabbed the door knob. "That's what I thought. Now move." He finally spoke. "Get out." I said softly. I didn't like this part of him. He left. He left me there completely shocked. Why was he so mad? It couldn't have been that important. Was it? After some moments, I rushed upstairs, yanking my phone off the charger to see what he had said. There were a couple of messages. He called a few times too.