Linger (h.s)

Please Don't Leave Me

"Why is it always my fault? I'm not always the problem you know. I get blammed for all your stupid fucking problems and I'm sick of it. You get drunk all the time and you both never appreiciate anything I ever do! I'm so fucking over everything."

"Kelsey?" My mum asked worryingly.

"No! Just leave me alone! You don't get to yell at me then feel sorry and try to make it better when I tell you how I feel. I'm going to a friends house." I screamed running out of the front door and down the stairs to the pathway.

My family always blamed me for their problems, I was the 'mistake' in the family. I am only a teenager, I don't always know right from wrong, I don't and I never will be able too. But being called pathetic and useless isn't anyway to boost a girls self-esteem or to get me to do what they want me to do. I ducked down below the fence behind some bushes in the front yard, as I heard the front door open.

"Kelsey?" I head my mum yell. Like I was going to reply to her after all of that.   

"Darling, let her cool off for a bit. She will come home when she is ready." I listened to my dad say to my mum, ushering her back inside to leave me alone.

My dad was always the one who knew how to take control of the situation when he knew enough, was actually enough. I watched slowly as dad lead mum back into the house and closed the door.

I pulled my phone out of my pocket to check the phone, it was 10:45. As I went to put my phone back into my pocket I had realised I had dropped a small piece of paper onto the floor. I picked it up, dusting off some of the dirt that had picked up onto the paper from the wet ground. It had been raining for the past few hours, and I knew soon it would begin again. I unfolded the piece of paper, scanning the words. It was the piece of paper Harry had given me, with his address on it.

Could I go to his? I asked myself in my head, would it be okay? Umm, I mean he did say if I needed anything I could go to him... I guess it would be okay. I looked down to the piece of paper, reading Harry's address. It was only a few minute walk from where I lived. 10 minutes tops. I placed the piece of paper into my pocket along with my phone. I wasn't wearing any warm clothes, since I had taken off my jeans and jacket so I was freezing cold. I had planned to walk the 40 minutes to Lexi's when I told mum that I was going to a friends house, but Harry had welcomed me to his house, and I honestly didn't feel like walking for 40 minutes, especially when it was just about to rain again. And to make it worse I was beginning to cry again.

Tonight. Just wasn't my night.

As I walked along the path, wiping the droplets of water from my face as I continued the walk to Harry's house. I was wearing short shorts, and a singlet. I didn't really think about getting changed before leaving the house, going back in and seeing my family again before I left just wasn't something I looked forward too.

The rain began to pelt down harder, as so did my tears streaming from my eyes. I was cold, it was raining, I was alone, it was late and to top it off I was fucking drenched. Walking to the one person's house I probably would regret being at later on.

As I walked on for around about 4 minutes, I came to a roundabout I remembered Harry's address so I didn't need the piece of paper. I looked around at all of the houses, then continued walking. I wasn't there yet.

26, 27, 28, 29, 30.. Here goes nothing, I softly said to myself wiping water and tears from my face. Harry's house was reasonably big, well bigger then mine anyway.

I walked to the front door. I stood for a moment, gaining the courage to actually knock on the door. And after 2 minutes had passed I gently knocking on it as I pushed my drenched hair out of my eyes. I stood at the door for a few minutes before my eyes darted open. The door began to open slowly, I had hoped to god that Harry's parents wouldn't of opened the door, that just would've been weird to explain.