LEAH'S POV:
I really wanted to tell Kyle what was going on, but I just didn't have the right words to say. Mom and dad were fighting again. But this time they were blaming it on me. I have nothing to do with it though. They started to yell and throw things and I came in to stop it. And that's when everything turned on me. I remember it word, by word.
"STOP IT. STOP IT! I DON'T LIKE IT WHEN YOU GUYS DO THIS TO ME!"
"WHO ARE YOU TO TALK LEAH! JUST LAST WEEK YOU SNEAKED OUT WITHOUT OUR PERMISSION! DO YOU KNOW HOW BAD U MADE US WORRY!!!"
"WHAT! THAT HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH WHAT IS HAPPENING HERE!"
"SHUTUP YOU LITTLE BRAT. EVERYTHING IS ABOUT YOU NOW. GO TO YOUR DAMN ROOM AND DON'T COME DOWN UNTILL SCHOOL TOMORROW"
"BUT MOM IT IS ONLY 3!"
"YOU HEARD WHAT I SAID LEAH! NOW GO!"
"BUT MOM!"
And just like that, my own mother slapped me. I ran into my room and that exact moment Kyle called. I just wish I would've kept my mouth shut. Now I am in my room crying my eyes out. My mom is in her room yelling into her pillow, and I am pretty sure my dad left the house. I hate how in the morning everything is fine but at night everything goes wrong. I just want someone to tell me everything will be fine. Someone to hug me and make me feel better. Someone to cheer me up. Someone to love. That someone is Kyle. I want Kyle here.
