We all rush down the stairs as the doorbell rings. I walk onto the front porch with my arms crossed. I stand behind them a glare at the people in front of us. Mouth's eyes went wide.
"Major Jerk alert." He whispers.
"Can I help you?" Brand politely asks for once.
"Hello little guys. I'm Mr. Perkins, Troy's father." Mr. Dad of the douche says acting polite. I roll my eyes.
"We all know Troy." Data yells in a harsh tone but Brand stops him from saying more.
"My dad's not home Mr. Perkins." Brand says calmly.
"Is your mommy here?" He asks. I role my eyes. Who does this bitch think we are? A group of 5 year olds? We're 13 for hells sake. With the exception of Brand who was about 16.
"No sir she's actually at the market buying pampers for all us kids." Brand smartly replys. I smirk at Mr. Perkins face. He laughs before looking to the man beside him. He grabs some papers from him.
"Well you can give these paper to your father to read through and sign." He says as Brand walks down revealing me. Mr. Perkins smirks at me.
"We'll be by to pick them up in the morning." He says handing them to Brand. He looks back up at me and motions me foward.
"I cant go out in the rain sir." I say crossing my arms. He cocks his head to the side giving me a 'really' look.
"And why is that Miss Darling?" He asks using my girly last name. I role my eyes as Mouth and Chunk nudge me giggling.
"Medical problems." I state crossing my arms. He smirks.
"I seriously doubt that. Now Miss Darling I have the papers for your house. There's no way I'm going back to that house. Where is your mother anyway." He says looking at me with a smirk.
"Mum left me with Dad when I was 5 saying I wasn't good enough of a family. She ran off with her rich boyfriend from Brazil." I say crossing my arms, still not moving from my spot on the porch.
"Is that why your dad's a drunk. Last time I went there he threw a beer bottle at me after you answered the door. I remember he slapped you for that. That was hilarious. Your drunk of dad doesn't give a shit you. He only cares for the pleasure he gets from beating you and his beer." He laughs. I scowl and march foward. Brand and Mouth hold me back. They were all shocked never hearing of my home life.
"DONT CALL MY FATHER A DRUNK YOU BITCH! YOU AND YOUR SON CAN GO CHOKE ON DICK AND DIE YOU DOUCHE BAGS! GO FUCK YOURSELF! I LOVE MY FATHER!" I scream at him my face going red.
"Red calm down." Mikey said grabbing my hand.
"Me and my son love eachother. Your dad doesn't give a single shit about you." He smirks before leaving the papers on the gate. I run foward and snatch them up before throwing them at the bitch. It hits him in the back of the head before falling down. I stomp back up the steps and stare up at the grey storm clouds.
"So your leaving too Y/n." Data mumbles. I nod my head and let out a crude laugh, a single tear falling from my face.
"Yeah but dad doesn't give a shit like that douche said. He doesn't care about anything but himself and his beer." I say shaking my head. A hand is placed on my back.
"Y/n you don't need your mom or dad. You have us." Mikey says as Brand, Chunk, Data, and Mouth go back inside.
"Yeah but once I move I'm gonna have nobody. And having nobody let's my mind wonder and that's never a good thing. It goes to a dark place. Besides even if I get new friends, nobody will beat you." I say looking at him. He smiles sadly at me and hugs me. We stare at the town we would be leaving soon in comfortable silence.
