Him - { h.s. }

Chapter Six:

Chapter Six:

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I stand there, gazing down at the mobile device gently placed in the middle of my palm. I scoffed at the text. Ha, like I’d go anywhere with him. I didn’t think of it much more,  placing my phone back where it was before, in my pant pocket, and continued to roam around my small home here in Holmes Chapel. As I made my way back to the main living room to watch some television, I just couldn’t help but laugh. The nerve that boy has to just tell me what to do. I pushed the thought aside and continued my everyday living. Being an average 19 year-old-girl that goes to school isn’t all that exciting, especially on a friday night. Or at least, in my position.

Probably about right now every other student from uni are probably are at some frat party, drinking, dancing, and probably making out with random strangers. But not me, oh no. I’m quite the opposite. While I’d rather not destroy my liver with pointless beverages that could potentially end my life sooner that it needs to be, I’m the type of person who should be studying instead of hooking up with random strangers. I came to school for a purpose, and that purpose was to  get a degree and continue along with my life. But when I was younger, oh, my life was filled with alcohol and all of those bad substances your parents tell you not to do...

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When I was around fifteen years of age, my parents had split up and had gotten a divorce. I was distraught, crushed at the thought that two of the people I loved the most would finally go their own different ways. I’d always see them as the happy cliche couple; the ones who had met in the middle of high school and took things from there. They had me not soon after my parents had left high school and began school yet again in september when they both went to the South Cheshire College, my mother pregnant and having me in her first year of university, my father and my mother later continuing to live the happy life they had planned.

But all of that ended some reason, they have their reasons, I’ve never really known the reason why they have split. The only thing I could remember was sobbing, and crying for days. I was young, and I didn’t know how to reach to the situation, so that led me to drinking. I had gotten stuck in the bad crowd out school, the kids that would always be buzzed, stoned, and all around were the kids that ditched and were always called to the principals office. Well, I became one of them, that is, of course until someone found out.

But as my father moved to a different town after my parents has split, I noticed he didn’t leave anything for us to come in contact with him. Not any sort of phone number, email address, home address or any other thing to let us be in contact with him, and it was very sad. When he left, I had realized that a majority of my childhood and my life had left. That’s when it all began. I had realized that in a way, I had been abandoned by my father. He didn’t try to even continue to grow up with me. Oh no, he left me and my mother alone, in this little home with barely enough money to support ourselves.

I was allowed so much access to these bad things that my mother didn't even realize what was going on. She herself was busy with all the commotion in her life, she was too busy that she didn’t realize that her own teenage daughter was wasting her teenage years drinking and being bad. My friend eventually told her, though. And man, did I get in trouble. I don’t think I’ve ever seen my mother so mad at me.

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I realized that I still sat on the couch, my head up in space as I reflected on my childhood. It pained me a bit to bring back those memories, considering that it was still a sore subject for me to even bring up after years. But although all of the memories came flooding back to mind, I pushed them aside and remembered to carry along with my day.

I picked up my television remote, and began to switch between channels. Each channel I flipped through consisted of horrifying stories about what has been going on in the world; shootings, hurricanes, to minor stuff like car crashes and home invasions. I had always hated watching the news, it always seemed so sad that someone or a group of peoples lives could be dramatically changes or ended in just a matter of time. I turned of the television considering I had started to begin being super unsatisfied with what was given.

Man, I should really get a life out of school. I’m literally so boring. A faint sound of my phone ran through the room. I retrieved my phone out of my pocket, unlocked my screen, and began tapping away, later to find a text from Liam.

Liam: Power went out at our house. Mind if we come over and spend the night with you? Niall says he can bring some movies and popcorn! x

Niall and Liam have been roommates ever since university had began. They figured since they couldnt each own their own apartment or flat, that they’d at least split the cost and own a home together.

Me: Sure, sounds great! See you guys in a few!

Since the last test I sent, they haven't responded, so I was pretty sure they were on their way over. I quickly ran upstairs and changed into some comfy clothes, some sweats and an extra cozy and big jumper. It was getting pretty late so I might as well change now. Shortly after I had changed, and cleaning up a few things in the house, the doorbell had rang, and I gladly opened the door to be greeted by the two faces I had learned to love, Niall and Liam’s.

“Hi!” Niall greeted as he leaned for a hug, which I gladly accepted. Liam stood behind us, closing the door and coming into the foyer.

“So what happened with you guys?” I said as I gave Liam a hug and we all started walking towards the living room, each of the boys making themselves comfy on my couch.

“The wind blew over a power pole in our neighborhood, everything just went dark,” Liam explained, “Man, why does it always have to be so cold during the winter?” He said with a shiver.

“Well that’s what we get for being raised in England...” I said as I came out from the kitchen with a bowl of chips for everyone, “So what movies did you guys bring?”

“The Conjuring!” Niall said with excitement. I shivered just thinking about the movie. I have seen the previews, it didn’t look very promising.

“You know how much I hate scary movies...-”

“Oh come on, it’ll be alright!” Liam said as pulled me down on the couch, “Put it in the player, Niall.” I instantly grabbed blanket and grabbed onto Liam’s forearm. I seriously wasn’t ready for this movie. After the DVD was set into the player, Niall came running to the couch, grabbing the bowl of chips, handing them to me, and placed himself to the left of me on the large sofa.

I shut one eye as the first scene came on...Luckily, nothing too bad came up, but I suddenly screamed as Liam grabbed my shoulders and shook them, scaring me for no reason.

“Liam! Stop!” I hit arm as the two boys began chuckling at my reaction.  

Gosh... this was going to be a long night with these two.

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// Megan