Beneath Your Beautfiul

Chapter 5- Home

I decided to go straight home, and when I say home I mean to my actual house with the private gates and long ass driveway. I hate this house to be honest. It's all old memories of my brother and my mother (who I had never met because she died in labor, my labor).

So it's just my dad, his wife Julie, my step sister from hell Jennifer, and me.

I walked slowly to the gigantic glass door and stepped through it cautiously, as if i were walking on glass, not the authentic tile that was the base to this eerily empty household.

BANG.

The sound came from the kitchen. It was followed by a man and woman shouting and some more loud banging.

Footsteps on the stairs averted my attention. Jennifer was hustling down, she saw me and immediately gave me a sour look.

"Where the hell have you been!"

She shouted over the banging from the kitchen.

"Sorry, gosh i've been out."

"Really? For 4 days?" She said sounding way to much like her mother. I forgot I had been staying at my cousin's house in that time.

"Don't act like you've missed me."

"Trust me, I didn't even realize you were gone. Your drunk ass dad is sure worried though, come to think of it you're probably the reason they're fighting in there."

"Drunk? He texted me about 30 minutes ago to come home."

"Don't be an idiot, I texted you that. Your dad threw my phone at the wall so its broken and trust me, that's not the only thing he's been throwing." Jennifer said, arms crossed.

I ignored her and slowly walked into the kitchen. I was looking at my dad's back as he was throwing glassware, fruit and basically anything else you would find in a kitchen. Julie was standing in the corner unsuccessfully trying to calm him down.

"Dad?" I said calmly. He turned around and furiously pointed his finger at me.

"YOU." He screamed and kicked a chair over.

"Me?" I asked.

"YES YOU, YOU'RE THE REASON WE FIGHT," He said still yelling and pointing at Julie now, "YOU CAN'T JUST BEHAVE YOURSELF FOR A FEW DAYS? YOU SELFISH BITCH."

"WHAT ARE YOU EVEN TALKING ABOUT?" I matched his yelling with mine.

He pulled out a rolled up newspaper from the back of his jeans pocket, unfolded it and shoved it in my face.

On the first page inside were stories about dog abuse and shoplifters taking over Miami. I threw my dad a puzzled look.

"The shoplifting story?" He said through gritted teeth.

"The vehicle in question is a 2012 White Maserati." I said reading a line from the paper. My voice trailed off as I read the make of the car.

"How many other people do we know who have last year's white Maserati parked in their garage?" Julie chirped up.

"Oh my god," I said astonished, "And you think I did this?"

"You were nowhere to be seen for the past 4 days so it's only logical-" Julie started to say.

My dad cut her off with "You left your  bracelet in the car." He held up an old brown bracelet with the words "Unlucky" carved in the wood. My mom had bought me the bracelet before she went into labor because I was due on Friday the 13th and she found irony in the bracelet or something. I honestly just wore it because it was thick and covered up my left wrist the best.

"Dad-" I started to say in defense.

"Don't." He said and threw the bracelet as hard as he could at the fridge.

"DAD!" I yelled, tears starting to form, "MOM BOUGHT ME THAT!"

"Yeah, I know. She would have bought you a lot more things if you hadn't killed her." He was staring at the fridge as if my mom was there looking back at him.

"At least she didn't have to live through life with you." I mumbled looking down.

"What did you just say?" My dad said gritting his teeth again. I didn't even realize he was walking closer to me.

I looked into his eyes and said the words he never wanted to hear, "I'm glad she's dead and i'm not, a girl can only put up with someone like you for so long."

The back-handed slap didn't hurt as badly as I thought it did at first.

I mean there's the initial shock of the whole situation and my heart was racing after saying those words but my heart racing wasn't enough to cover the pain the right side of my face was feeling. I stumbled to the broken mirror to steady myself after he hit me. I heard Julie yelling, my dad stomping off into another room, and Jennifer was possible laughing.

Hateful Hag.

I just wanted to get out of there, and not just for 4 days this time, 4 years would suffice.

I didn't notice i was crying until I made it to my car and got in. I saw my face in the rear-view mirror and didn't even recognize her. This girl who says hateful things to her father, this girl who "sees" two guys at the same time, this girl who keeps secrets from her best friend...

I needed some advil and a place to sleep for the night. I would go to Tasha's but my dad being a drunk idiot is another secret I keep from her. I ended up driving to Kira's house. She was gone for the week and I didn't have keys to get in but maybe the garage would be unlocked and I could get a blanket and some snacks to eat.

I pulled up in the driveway not noticing the red truck parked by the sidewalk. I got out of my car and saw Nick sitting on Kira's porch looking like home.

Is that a weird description?

Because that's what I felt and that's what I needed in that moment,

home.

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NOTE FROM NATALIE:

Hey guys! Just wanted to let you know ill be updating every other day (hopefully) and everyday on the weekends now okay? I love you guys! Remember to vote & comment!