I arrived home around 11 that night. I had the feeling everyone was starting to get pretty pissed at me. I quietly opened the door and shut it behind me. I crept along to the kitchen to start fixing myself a snack.
"JESUS!" a voice yelled when I walked in and I saw Louis clutching his chest in fright, "you almost gave me a heart attack."
"Although I posses god like qualities I prefer going my Lizzy." I said sarcastically and poured myself a glass of orange juice. It took Louis a minute before he got my joke and laughed half heartedly.
"Funny one you are." he mumbled and I agreed with him, "so where do Ashton take you?"
"Paint-balling." I told him and he nodded.
"Fun?"
"Yep."
"Cool."
"Well this is starting to get awkward, I'm going to bed." I muttered and put the glass in the dishwasher, "night Louis."
"Night Lizzy."
I wandered through to my room, bing quiet as not to wake Hannah. I opened the door and was surprised to see the room completely empty.
"Han?" I called out but nothing. I walked back to the kitchen to ask Louis where she was.
"She left."
"What?!"
"She left, she was sick of your shitty attitude and constant ditching." Louis said harshly. I felt like bursting into tears. My bestfriend felt like that because of me. I marched through to where my sister was sleeping and switched on the main light.
"Why didn't you call and tell me Hannah had left?!!" I yelled at her. She rubbed her eyes and sat up in the bed. "WHY?!"
"Because it was not my place to tell so shut it!"
"Don't you dare tell me to shut it!" I screamed back at her.
"Get rid of the attitude!" she hissed and I practically growled at her. "you've done nothing but be rude and embarrassing since you got here! You ditched your bestfriend, you ignored Louis and the others and you left me once you'd ran out my bank card! All for some boy!"
"He's not some boy!" I yelled at her.
"Well what is he? Because he's taken over you! Like so sort of swine! Honestly Eliza! Get a grip out yourself!" she shouted at me.
"I hate you! I hate you, I hate you, I hate you! I wish I'd never escaped and I wish I'd never came here!" I yelled crying.
"Anything else?"
"I wish you weren't my sister!" I yelled, tears rolling down my face and I stormed out the room and straight out the front door into the dark night.
I really need to stop storming out, its freezing out here.
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Take Me Home
Fanfiction16 years old. Lizzie is taken. Fast forward a bit. 3 years later. Lizzie escapes. Lizzie goes home. But things were never going to go back to normal. Especially when sisters, bestfriends, boysand bad attitudes are involved. //// A/N I'm so sorry...
