"What the hell, Dad!" I screamed. I was absolutely furious. I can't believe what he just did.
"Son, you're overreacting. And don't you dare speak to your Father like that." My mom said. I can't believe her too! She was just sitting there, going along with everything, as if everything was alright.
"Yeah? And you expect me to just pick up everything and go to California? Jesus Christ people, it's in the middle of the fưcking school year. Not to mention that I'm a god damn freshman at University!" I screamed furiously. What the hell, I thought that this was supposed to be a little family get together, I thought that they changed their workaholic ways. I mean, what do you expect from parents who own one of the world's biggest companies.
"Language." My 'father' said sternly.
"No, you know what? I'm done with you. All you care about is your precious little company. You probably forgot that you had a son until you saw that you could use me. Well, guess what? I'm done. You know, as I was packing my bags, I thought that we'd have a great weekend. But thanks for ruining my whole night and making me leave after arriving for less than an hour here."
"Liam, calm down." She said again. Why the hell is she pretending as if nothing is happening? As if this is a normal day. What the hell.
I turn to face my mom. "And you! I thought that you were supposed to be my mom. Ever heard of that word? You know what, I'm done. I'm leaving. Call me when you guys figure out how to be real parents."
I turn away and walk back up to my room to pack up my things. Fưcking hell man...
Once I finished packing and walk back downstairs, he speaks again.
"Liam, you're just overreacting. Come on now." His voice rumbled with such authority. Normally I'd obey what he says. But right now, all he is saying is complete bullshìt.
"Screw you." I said and I left the house.
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Thank god that I can choose to drive back to my apartment. After all, it's just a 20-minute drive. Ever since I grew up, I've figured out that my parents would never be there for me. As a result, all my friends have practically become my family. The first year in High School was tough, I finally realized that my life was crappy.
However, I soon began to put myself out there and met my best friend Trent. It's quite surprising actually. A good boy like me ends up being best friend with player.
In my Senior year at high school, I met Rachel. We quickly became friends and during the summer before University, we started dating. All 3 of us goes to NYU and it's a dream come alive. Obviously I have more friends, but not important.
I smile to myself at the thought of my girlfriend. Even though my weekend plans are ruined, at least that leaves me with more time to spend with her. I look at the time and it reads 6:57PM. Since it's not late, I decide to call her.
On the 6th ring, it brings me to the voicemail. Weird. She always picks up.
"Hey Rach, things didn't really go out as planned and I feel like crap right now. Wanna go out for some coffee?" I said.
At last, I arrive home. I go to the back of my car to grab my bags and I head up to my apartment.
I groan as I enter the room. God dammit. Trent and his player ways. Screwing the brains out of a girl who he'll forget the name by tomorrow.
I knock on his door and the sound suddenly stop. Trent comes out with messy hair and nothing but boxers.
"Hey man..." He slurred. Great, he's drunk.
"Just keep it down ok-"
Suddenly a famine voice appears. "Trent honey, Come back!"
My heart suddenly stops. That's not who I think it is right...I peer over his shoulder. "Rachel....?"
Suddenly my best friend seems to sober up. "Shít. Liam. This isn't what it seems."
I laugh. This is just great. First my parents then my best friend and my girlfriend.
"Right. This is totally not what it seems. Get the fúck out of my place first thing in the morning. You better be gone before I wake up tomorrow. Oh and Rachel, we're done." I turn around and enter my room. As I close the door, I think to myself.
What a great fùcking day.
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