*btw no hate towards Juliette*
andy's pov
I came home to the sound of glass smashing. i knew it would happen. they always fight. juliette hates brandon (their son) and they always argue and fight. i run into the kitchen to try to stop them.
"Juliette stop!" i yelled. " No andy if this bitch wants to live under my roof he lives under my fucking rules." she yelled.
"Juliette please stop. he's our son and it's not just your house or your rules." i told her.
"oh shut the fuck up andy i never loved you anyways so yeah it is my mother fucking house. if you don't like the fucking way i treat my "son" then you can fucking leave me and this fucking shitty ass house."
"JULIETTE STOP!!! YOU KNOW HOW MUCH BRANDON HATES TO SEE US FIGHT AND YOU KNOW WHAT IF YOU "NEVER LOVED ME" THEN I WILL FUCKING LEAVE YOU AND "THIS SHITTY ASS HOUSE" AND GUESS WHAT?! I'M TAKING MY SON WITH ME BECAUSE HE DESERVES SO MUCH BETTER THAN YOU." after i said all of that brandon left.
"Great you made our fucking bitch leave." juliette said.
"you know what, i'm done with you. i'm done with you coming home late drunk, i'm done with you using our son as a punching bag, i'm done with you always smoking weed and getting high with your so called friends, i'm done with you not being grateful for what you have, and i'm done with you treating me like shit. i'm packing all of mine and brandon's things and we're leaving you." i told her.
"good because i don't give a single fuck about either of you." she yelled.
i went upstairs and started packing. holy shit brandon had a lot of things. i grabbed 3 large boxes and backed all his clothes and everything he had except for furniture. then i went into my room and grabbed 2 large boxes and packed all my clothes and everything i had. when i was done, i loaded the car and went to go find brandon.
i kept calling his cell but he wouldn't answer. then suddenly i saw him sitting on the curb of the sidewalk down the street. i stopped the car, got out and went to go sit with him. it was quiet.
"I left your mom." i said.
"about time. you should've done it the second she first hit me." he said, angrily.
"I know brandon, and i'm sorry. i thought it was just because of the drinking and even then it wouldn't have been okay. i haven't been the best father. but i hope i can make it up to you now, because everything is in the car except furniture which i can replace easily because of the band." i told him.
"thanks dad, but do we have a place to stay until we buy a new house?" he asked.
"well to be honest, i've been planning this for a couple of months and i bought a house today. that's why i came home early from work. the realtor called and we got it. i hope you like it, and we can move in now." i told brandon.
"okay dad, ur actually not that bad. you just made a mistake."
"thanks son. i love you."
"i love you too, dad."
"we better get going. i packed everything from your room, even bed sheets and all your chargers and clothes and everything in your desk. i still have to buy furniture tonight so we'll probably be sleeping on the ground for a couple of weeks." i told him.
"okay" brandon said.
