psychopathic love

part 1 moving

I woke up with the sun hitting me through a small gap in the curtains like it did every morning, I hated my room looking so bare, just a bed and my rucksack. I knew why we were moving, my dad had slept with one of his patience who was only 22 and crazy, my dad on the other hand was 47 and married. My mum walked in on them and I dont know what happend after that apart from screaming and shouting. The next day I was told we were moving to los angeles and found out my mum had lost the baby after 8 weeks of being pregnant. I knew we were going to have to move one day but never like this, I thought I  would run out of schools because I was found smoking or taking drugs but as usual when I find a school I like my dad seems to mess things up. I heard foot steps coming up the stairs so I pretend to be asleep, mum shakes me to wake me up and tells me 'Its time to go' so I get up and slip on some new clothes chucked my backpack on my sholder and got my phone and charger from out the wall and go downstairs and join my  parents, my mum throws me and orange and tells me to get in the car while she has a last minute check around the house.

 I sit in the car patiently, finally my parents turn up to make the 4 hour journey, I only made it by having my big black beats earphones on and mcr blasting through them. There was a weird vibe in the car and I wasnt having any of it, 2 hours into the journey we stopped for some food and no one spoke, you could have heard a pin drop in there.