My Perfect Pair

2: Wounds

Miley's POV

I came back from school, I opened the door. "Hey! Mom Im back!" I yelled at her.

My dad was at work, he worked as the director of a national bank, he needed to drive each day from one extreme of the town to the other, he leaved early and arrived late. My mom didn't work because my dad had the perfect job just to mantain us and live, again, a normal life.

My house had all the courtains closed, it was kind of dark and it actually was wierd because mi mom hated not to see light in her house.

You know something is wrong.

Shut up me!! Im freaking out and you don't help!

Breath in. Breath out. I mentally said.

I walked through the kitchen, then the linving room and that was when I found the door of my parent's room wide open and light was coming from it. Little candles were making a path, omg this was so romantic.

WAIT WHAT? ARE YOU SERIOUS!?! THIS IS YOUR PARENTS ROOM! STOP BEEING SO DAMNED INOCENT!

Blah! You are the worst me ever! I ha... wait wha..? oh! Ew! m-m-my parents roo... ok maybe JUST MAYBE im kind of inocent. How I hated my self.

I steped into the room. Then I completely froze. "I CAN'T BELIEVE IT! " I screamed in my thoughts, my vision was blurred and then many tears began to fall slowly from my eyes.

"WHAT?!" someone screamed from my back. right now I cant think well , I mean now probably in the worst moment of my life my brain decide to shut down, my feelings went blank and my voice flew away...

*SLAM!*

Someone slamed the door! Holy sh*t! MOM! My mom! Y turned to follow her when I actually realize the jerk that call his self my father was infront of me with a guilty look. Just bullsh*t!! Its all his fault!

Mom...

Oh, she saw the same as I. Sudenly it started to rain, first it were litte inocent and cute drops, but then they started to create a storm, it was wild and at the same time it was so vulnerable. I felt so dumfounded, now this was a wound that could NEVER EVER HEAL. This marked my life this... simply-this-like-and-then-but....

What a waste of time, stop babbling!

How I hate my self when it comes to thinking properly, I mean my inner me never would think the same as me, but it was me.... It has become a habit to ague with my self, then I face palmed my self, Never mind...

Heyyy! Hello are you there? I mean here or, back to reality!

Hey! What!, wait... WHAT?!?! ... I said. They say there's always that changes you in a way that you can never come back, well this man was my reason....