BLAKE'S POV
I walked home and opened the door, sighing. Tonight was horrible. I thought to myself.
"Blake, is that you?" My mom called out from the kitchen. Ugh. I didn't exactly want to talk to her right now.
"Yes, mum." I replied, walking up the stairs and went into my room. I shut my door with more force than intended and heard my mom walk up the stairs and open my door up.
"Blake, why are you home so late?" My mom asked. I rolled my eyes and turned to face her after I plugged my phone in, setting it on my nightstand.
"I was with a friend." I responded. She's gonna question me, I just know it.
"Who?" She asked, a serious look on her face. I was beginning to get agitated by now.
"Vic and Tony." I said back.
"The Perry's are back? Oh good, I have to see them again!" She replied. I just nodded. "Who's Vic?" She asked. I sighed, frustrated.
"He's a friend, mum." I said, knowing she'd freak out.
"What?! He?! A boy that I have never met and you're already out with him until 10 at night?! Blake, you know my rules!" She screamed at me. I knew this was going to happen and it was just making things worse.
"Mum, he's just a fucking friend!" I shouted at her. She would kill me for cursing, but I don't care right now.
"Hey! Watch your language! And I don't give a hell if he's your friend, you shouldn't be going around this late at night with a boy that I haven't met! He could have at least had the courtesy to walk you home!" She began shouting.
"Mum, you don't fucking get it! He's my friend and you're making him out to be some rapist!" I shouted back. "He cares about me, mum. And that's something that I've never had."
"Wait a minute, young lady! Your father and I care about you very much!" She said, giving me a stern look.
"Yeah? Well maybe if he cared, he wouldn't have been fucking treating me like complete shit!" I yelled. She looked taken aback. "Now, if you'll excuse me, I'm going to fucking sleep now. Good fucking night, mum." I slammed the door. I know I had been rude and went overboard on what I said, but I couldn't help it. I felt a strong urge to hurt myself again. Fucking hell. I can't, I've already lost an excessive amount of blood today. I changed into my pajamas and got into my bed, plugging my phone in. Just as I did so, I got a text from a number I didn't recognize.
Unknown: Hey, it's Vic. Just saying goodnight. I'll see you tomorrow, stay perfect. xx
I smiled a huge smile at what he had sent me, giggling a tiny bit.
Blake: Thank you Vic. See you at school, night. cx
I turned off my lamp and set my phone on my nightstand, actually happy for tomorrow to come. Smiling, I layed my head on my pillow and closed my eyes, drifting off quickly.
---AUTHORS NOTE---
Hey guys, sorry for the slow updates. School and stuff has become a hassle, and I haven't really got much inspiration for this story. I don't know how it'll go, but oh well. I hope you guys liked this; kind of an uninteresting filler, I guess. Comments and votes are greatly appreciated, as well as criticism and ideas.
Stay beautiful, lovelies. xx
-Raeann.
