I Don't Date Stupid ✓

2: "I Would Recommend a Cold Shower."

I reach my house and turn the key slowly so I'm quiet, in an effort not to alert my 'parents' of my arrival. But, unfortunately, as I walk through the door I see my father with steam coming out of his ears and Tiffany with tear stains running down her cheeks.

Fucking great.

"What did you do?" My father shouts.

"I reacted to certain comments a certain way." I try to downplay the incident but to no such luck.

"You swore at my wife!"

"I said some words, it's all the same really." I shrug and try to make it to the stairs but he blocks my path.

"Don't even get me started on the monologue you came out with!" I roll my eyes. Rage induced monologues are part of my brand.

"Which one?"

"Katrina!"

"You can call me 'KT' by the way. There's really no need for the formalities is there?"

"You're infuriating!" he growls.

"Thank you," I say without emotion.

"Why were you the one to come and live with us?" He asks with a bit much attitude for my liking.

"Technically, you asked me to stay here because Skylar is too much for you to handle, Cleo was starting her third year at an Ivy League so no way were you taking her out of that. Then you were left with me and Damon. So, you thought Damon would wreck more havoc than me so really, any grief I put you through is all your fault." 

"You are the worst of my children," he mutters.

"I think that's a matter of perspective," I say with a laugh as I try to get to the stairs.

He stands in the way again and simply says one word, "out."

"Can I at least get my stuff first?" I plead, eyes peering towards the opening in the floor, leading to my bedroom.

He gives me a stern look. "Get out now, or I won't let you go back to New York."

I sigh audibly. "Fine, fine," I mutter as I put my hands up in surrender, turn around and leave as I shut the door.

Ha, they think they got to me! Well... maybe they did. The only place I have to go is Joe's. He's in one of his moods. I can't go there. I can't. I can't let it happen again. It won't it's fine. It hasn't happened in weeks. Just suck it up and go to Joe's.

I walk to Joe's as I think about what happened tonight. Stiff Tiff slapped me. Joy. Joe shouted at me. Yay. And finally, my dad proved that he cares more about his whore than he does he own daughter by kicking me out. Fun.

I angrily wipe away the tears that have fallen as I approach Joe's house. I hate crying and I don't do it often but today has been an emotional fucking rollercoaster. I weakly press the doorbell then step back from the door. I anxiously rub my arm as I wait for Joe, hoping that he won't lash out. He is my boyfriend after all.

The door swings open to reveal Joe. He stands there and his hair isn't ruffled, his lips aren't swollen and his clothes aren't messy. He didn't sleep with anyone. He calmed himself down. "KT," he breathes out.

"Joe," I say, attempting to sound strong but failing.

He holds his arms out and I happily step into his embrace. It's now when I let all the tears fall, crying my worries away, as Joe smoothes down my hair and leaves his lips lingering on my forehead. "Whatever it is, it will be okay," he tells me reassuringly.

"Thank you." I pull back from him and look up sincerely. "For being here for me. You see... I was kind of kicked out-" I don't usually cry but after today... I mean I'm leaving tomorrow and my dad is making a fucking enemy out of me - as if I needed another bad thing to remember this trip by.