A long way home {a Shawn Mendes fanfiction}

T H R E E

The next morning Emma texts me

E: hey, how are you doing? Do you have your own sleeping room?

A: yes, I have, it's super small but I don't mind. There will fit a bed in it for you to come and sleep over!

E: yes! I'm happy for you, what about her children?

A: ugh

E: ohw, how old are they?

A: jack is a boy, he is 7. Mila is a girl and she is 10. Horrible children. They hate me.

E: I'm sure they don't, they're probably just upset, like you are, it's not easy for them. Like it's not easy for you.

A: I know, I know...

E: hold on, you know I'm always here for you. Come over whenever you want. See you!

A: thank you Em! I love you! Bye xx

I stand up and get some clothes on. I choose a grey sweater and black pants. I go in the bathroom and I do my hair.
I walk down the stairs and before I open the door to the living room I take a deep breath. I open the door.
"Goodmorning dad, goodmorning Amanda" I sit down and have breakfast. Amanda sits down next to me "did you sleep well?" I nod while I'm eating some cereals.
"Come on Ash! Don't be cheeky!" My dad says
I answer "I'm mot cheeky! I'm just eating!" I push my plate angrily away from me and stand up
"YOU are the one here ruining my life! I can't help it that everyone here is mad at me!" I look at Jack and Mila and back to my dad "what about them? Don't they have to say goodmorning? Why are you so pissed about the littlest things? I'm so done with this already!" I grab my phone and gor to my room.

"Mom come on pick up the phone" I sigh
Hey there, this is the voicemail of Brianna Parkson, I'll call you back as soon as possible!
My hear my mom's voicemail for the third time. I give up. Where else can I go? I don't know. I lock the door and plug my earbuds in my phone.

I'm watching a video on youtube, and checking some instagram posts

*incoming call: mom*

I pick up "hey mom! Finally! It's horrible here! Her children are horrible, SHE is horrible, I want to come to you. right now!"
My mom answers "hey sweetie, relax. You can't come right now, you are at your dad's home now. Tomorrow is monday, then you'll be here again!" I sigh. "Tomorrow..."
My mom's sighs too "bye sweetie I love you! See you tomorrow!"
"Bye mom, I love you too"

I go back downstairs
"I'm sorry dad..." my dad doesn't even look at me "okay"
I nod slowly "okay..." I take my homework out of my bag and go to my room. I sit down and start making some homework, ending up being on instagram again.

A day passes
"Goodnight!" My father yells from downstairs. I mumble "night" and fall asleep.

6.45 - consuming all the air inside my lungs, ripping all the skin from off my bones, I'm prepared to sacrifice my life I would gladly do it twice-

I smash the snooze button and look at the clock. 6.46 "pff..." I stand up and take a shower. When I come out the shower I feel a bit better. I go downstairs and have breakfast. Alone. When I finish breakfast I check social media and go to school.

It's a long and normal schoolday. When I come home - at my mothets home - she is calling someone. I enter the room and see she has tears in her eyes. I quietly go upstairs to my sleeping room and sit down on my bed.

*incoming call: Em* I pick up
"Hey Em!"

"Hey Ashley! How are you? Do you feel better? I'm sorry that I wasn't at school today... I'm sick."

"Oh get better soon! I'm fine!"

"Great to hear! Well, i'm going to sleep now, cause I'm really tired and sick. I love you Ash. Bye!"

"Bye Em! Love you too!"

When I finish the phone call I go downstairs. My mom finished her call as well.
"Mom? Are you okay? Who was that and what happened?"

"I'm okay" my mom dries her eyes and smiles

"You're not okay mom, don't tell me that you're okay to make me feel good or something. Who was that and what did he say?"

"That was my boss..."

"Go on"

"I've been fired"

I can't breathe. I can't.

"W...what?"

My mom looks down and then looks at me "I'm so sorry hun"

"It's okay... It's not your fault..." I sigh.
I hug my mom "don't worry, it's going to be okay" my mom nods "it is" I reassure her. I hug her tight and close my eyes. Her tears fall down on my shoulder and I open my eyes, staring at the blank wall. Not knowing what this will do to our lives. Let's just hope she quickly finds a job.