Living With The Bad Boy

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Hello, loves! Shannon here, the author.

Here's chapter one for you guys! I really hope you all like it. Please don't give up on me if its bad, it's only the first chapter.

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"You don't deserve me!"

"I don't deserve you?! You're the one who keeps crawling back to me!"

"I do not! You beg me every night not to leave!"

"We both know that that's a lie Anna!"

"Well, Charles! If you feel that way, then I'm leaving!"

The words that my parents had said to each other before finally coming to their breaking point kept replaying in my head. It wasn't always like that, I swear. Things were better once. I was happier once.

We used to be one, big happy family. Every other family wanted to be exactly like us. But that was just our outside image. In reality, our family was a mess. My parents always fought, and then they would take it out on me. Believe me, I love me parents, I do. I just can't bare to see them like this. I miss our old, happy life. When I was younger.

But now it's over. My life has completely fallen apart. My parents filed for a divorce a few weeks ago and now I'm in a taxi with my aunt, who is taking me to my new home; a foster home.

It sucked that I couldn't be around my family. But I really don't want to be anyways. My mom left after their last fight and hasn't come back to see me. I know she got a new phone number because every time I try to call her that stupid voice starts talking. 'I'm sorry, but this line has been disconnected.' She was trying to block everyone and everything out of her life, including me.

My dad decided to get rid of his worries by drinking them away. He would come home every night drunk, and then would yell at me over the smallest things. It got to the point where I just had to be taken away. I wasn't safe.

My aunt, who had been so supportive with me this whole time, couldn't keep me because she already had to take care of all the stupid things my parents had done. But she assured me that she would adopt me when all of it got worked out. I feel bad for her, I really do. She's having to handle my parents, and then she's having to come to my rescue. I didn't deserve anything she was doing for me. But that's why I love her so much. Because she'll do whatever it takes to keep the people she cares about safe. She even got my dad signed up for rehab. She's hated how he treated our family for years, but she still wants to help him. I could never do that. She's a very strong person, and I look up to her because of that.

I snapped out of my deep thoughts as we pulled into the driveway of a very nice, modern home. I looked up at it through the thick glass window and sighed. This was my home for now. But just for now, my aunt would come and take me away. And my life would go back to normal.

The car stopped and I felt my aunt put her hand on top of mine. I looked over to her and saw the sadness in her eyes. I wiped away a tear that had escaped from her crystal blue eyes and she showed me a slight smile before we came together in a tight, warm hug. Seeing her so upset made me feel ten times worse about being here.

That's the thing about me. People's emotions rub off on me. If you're acting like Cat from Victorious, or Sam and Cat, then I'll be one of the most bubbly people you'll ever meet. But if you're acting like the Grinch from The Grinch Who Stole Christmas, I'll go all Martha moody on you. It's really not a pretty sight.