Counseling The Bad Boy

Chapter 2: Jailhouse Rock

Meh okay so sorry for the wait!!! Don't hate me...I know some you say i needed more details so i tried to add more details

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Flashback

“I can’t believe you’re going to jail,” Clarissa repeated, messing with one of my tops as she lay on my bed.

I snatched it out of my sister’s hands and threw it in with the other clothes in my suitcase. “For the last time,” I sighed, “I am not going to jail.”

“Whatever. Living with Uncle Fred is probably worse than jail,” She laughed.

“Shut up,” I grumbled, knowing that she was right.

“Audrina, can I ask you a question?”

I sighed again, “Sure.”

“Why did you do it? You know, throw that party?”

It was my turn to laugh. “Dude, everyone knows that you’re obligated to throw a party if your parents are out of town. How was I supposed to know you guys were coming home early?” I replied. “Hey, why did you come back so quickly, anyway?”

Clarissa shrugged. “What do you think? Dad forgot his keys.”

I rolled my eyes. “Of course,” I chuckled. I loved my dad, but seriously. He misplaced everything.

“You know, if this was a parallel universe, I might even miss you,” she mused.

I smiled at her backwards way of saying she didn’t want me to go. “And if this was a parallel universe, I might miss you too.”

It wasn’t that we really hated each other, but my sister and I lived in completely different worlds. She was the definition of a nerd, her nose always buried in a book. I was the one who loved to party, the one who was popular. The only thing we actually had in common was our brownish red hair and green eyes. Other than that, people probably wouldn’t believe that we were related.

Clarissa smiled back slightly, pushing herself off my bed. “You should probably get some sleep. You’ve got a big day tomorrow.” With that, she left my room, signifying that our touching moment was over.

I zipped up my suitcase and pulled it behind my door. Then I pulled on my pyjamas and shut off the lights. I lay in the darkness, dreading the next day.

End of flashback

My eyes opened slowly, and I stretched my arms above my head as I sat up. Staring at the ceiling I realized something was… different. My ceiling wasn’t the bright, blood red that it was supposed to be. Instead, it was a boring, uniform white. I felt confusion was over me as I looked at my surroundings. I wasn’t in my own bed; I was lying on a twin bed, a big change to the king-size one I was used to. My trophy case had been replaced by a bookshelf, my animal collection had disappeared and my room seemed to be smaller.
 
Then it hit me: the party, my parents’ angry faces, their threat to ship me off to Uncle Fred, his being an ass, all of it.

So it wasn’t a dream; my parents really did hate me.

I sighed as I got off the bed. Cracking my new bedroom door open, I poked my head out. The coast was clear. Hastily, I grabbed my toiletries and made a beeline for the bathroom.

After a quick shower, I got dressed and scraped my hair in a bun. It was time to meet the other side of the family again. Plucking up my courage, I headed downstairs and into the kitchen.