They dont know about us (miniminter fanfiction)

Chapter 1- Enough

"BUT I JUST DONT GET IT! WHY DO YOU HATE HIM SO MUCH?"
Here we go again. You and your mum were arguing again about your boyfriend Simon. She hated the guts of that boy. Something you never could understand. She was totaly oblivious to what he was really like, she had this fixed image of him stuck in her very closed mind and nothing you say would change it.

"YOU MUST BE KIDDING Y/N? WHY? BECAUSE HE IS A LOW LIFE WHO DOESNT EVEN HAVE A PROPER JOB! HOW COULD HE POSSIBLY EVER CARE FOR YOU? OR A FAMILY? OR A HOUSE? OR ANYTHING WHEN ALL HE DOES IS SIT IN HIS ROOM AND PLAY COMPUTER GAMES ?"                         

"MUM, HOW MANY MORE TIMES DO I HAVE TO TELL YOU? THERE'S MORE TO IT THAN JUST SITTING IN HIS ROOM AND PLAYING GAMES!"                    

"OH I AM SORRY...I FORGOT, HE FILMS IT AND PUTS IT ON THE INTERNET..."
That was it really. That is the boy she thinks you're with. The words shot through your heart no matter how many times you heard them. It was so much more than that. Why couldn't she see past it?

"WHY CANT YOU JUST BE HAPPY FOR ME? AFTER EVERYTHING IVE GONE THROUGH, I FINALLY FOUND SOMEONE WHO MAKES ME HAPPY...WHY CANT YOU JUST ACCEPT THAT?"

"Because y/n...you're my daughter, my little girl-I care about you"
As soon as she finished that sentence you snapped at her, infuriated by her claims.

"NO MUM! SEE THATS WHERE YOU'RE WRONG! IM NOT 'YOUR LITTLE GIRL' ANYMORE. IM GROWN UP MUM! IM OLD ENOUGH TO LOOK AFTER MYSELF AND MAKE MY OWN DECISIONS!"

"Yes i know that but-"

"NO. YOU DONT KNOW THAT. YOURE SO CLUELESS! YOU KNOW WHAT? IM LEAVING...IM MOVING OUT! AND THAT IS MY DECISION...AND IT'S FINAL!"

With that you barged past her to the stairs knocking her aside to the wall. You heard her gasp in shock but didn't even consider turning to look at her. Tears flooded down your buring cheeks. You hated arguing with your mum, but you were just so sick of hearing the same thing every night week in, week out. You swung out your suitcase from beneath your bed and started flinging clothes, shoes, make up, toiletries, phone chargers and just about anything else left in your room inside of it. As you slammed the lid shut you heard the front open.
Shit. It was your dad. He would be so confused, heartbroken maybe. You froze thinking about him but quickly snapped back into reality and remembered why you were doing this.
You ran down the stairs and forced the door to stay open as your dad entered.

"HEY! where are you going? Why do you have a suitcase with you?" He asked already looking hurt.

"Im moving out...sorry dad" you said trying to avoid any eye contact.

"But, where? Why? What on earth have i missed?" He started to get flustered.

"Just ask mum, Im sure she'll explain" you snapped again.

"Oh y/n dont be so silly, come on back insi-"

"NO DAD." you cut him off "tonight was the last straw...I've had enough. You know exactly where im going wether you like it or not. Goodbye."

You darted through the door and slammed it behind you. Storming down the pavement you reached into your pocket and took out your phone to call Simon.

"Hey babe, look I'll explain once i get there but im coming over...and well...I wont be leaving"

"Urm...okay? Are you okay?" His soft voice sounded like heaven to you after arguing in that house.

"Yeah dont worry, I'll be there soon, i love you"

"I love you too...see you soon i guess?"