“WHAT THE HELL NATARA YOU THINK YOU CAN DO WHATEVER YOU WANT. WHAT WOULD YOUR MOTHER THINK?” Oh no he didn’t. He didn’t just bring my mother into this not only did he yell at me he brought my mothers death into this. I was close to tears but I wouldn’t cry. Not now and not ever the only time I cried is when my mother and twin died and that was over 3 years ago.
“DON’T YOU DARE BRING MUM INTO THIS.” I said replacing the sadness with anger. Later when I was alone all these feeling would turn to numbness and I would be alone with my inner demons.
I turned and ran out of the house before I could show any other emotion other than anger. My dad was so infuriating. He hated me but I didn’t care. We couldn’t even have a civil conversation now. Actually come to think about it I hadn’t had a conversation that didn’t involve him yelling at me for a good three years. I hated it. I just stood in our front yard. I didn’t know what to do or where to go. I wasn’t going to hop in my car while I was angry. I may be angry and have limited brain cells but I’m not that dumb it wouldn’t end well for me if I hopped in the car angry. So deciding to not stand in the middle of my yard like an idiot I walked over to a tree and began to climb it. When I got the highest point I could go I stopped and just sat there comfortably.
I pulled out my phoned and wanted to text my friend when I realized that if I texted them that something was wrong then it would say that I cared what was happening and I couldn’t give anyone the impression that the Bad Girl actually cared. So I pulled out my earphones and plugged them into my phone so I could listen to music without my father finding out where I was. Although he probably wouldn’t come looking for me as I mentioned he doesn’t care about me.
I scrolled through my songs on my phone and found the one I wanted. ‘Iris’ by the ‘Goo Goo Dolls’ I played the song and pressed the repeat button so I could just listen to the song. I out both earphones in and I pretended that everything was okay.
I started to quietly sing along to the lyrics
“When everything feels like the movies, yeah you bleed just to know you’re alive.
And I don’t want the world to see me ’cause I don’t think they understand when everything’s made to be broken I just want you to know who I am.” I sighed and looked up at the leaves.
“And just who are you miss Bad Girl?” Argh. I forgot he lived next door. That deep, yet annoying voice. He was almost as infuriating as my father. Almost.
I pulled one of my earphones out.
“What do you want Jared?”
“Isn’t that obvious.” He said calling up to me still.
“No otherwise I wouldn’t have engaged into a non-intellectual conversation with a dimwit.” He chucked at my reply and then he was closer to the base of the tree and he began climbing. He stopped at the branch I was on and swing around so he had a leg dangling over each side of the branch. I admit he was good looking, but he had an infuriatingly cocky attitude and he was just plain annoying at the best of times.
“Again Jared. What do you want?”
“Give me your phone.” He said and I did I didn’t have the energy to fight him about it and plus I was in a tree if I didn’t give it to him he would try and grab it off me and I would end up rolling off the branch and the branch was high up.
