"Alison, if you keep showing up, the police will be called." Elliot warned now, leaning against the door, half awake.
Alison stood there, glaring softly.
"She is my kid, I have every right to have her live with me." She hissed.
Elliot arched a brow, pinching the bridge of his nose.
"She doesn't want to live with you, have I not stressed that sentence out enough to you?" He asked with a frown.
Alison frowned.
"You let that brat, destroy our family, that thing tore us apart. We were happy, we were loving and sheltering. You let it turn into a abomination, you need to realize how disgusting it i-"
The sound of a slamming door, woke me up.
I was tangled in the sheets, with Zeke who was holding me down as he slept.
I was back to being Drew, but I was still very alarmed.
Who was slamming doors and why?
"Zeke.." I whispered.
"Hmm..?" He responded half asleep.
"Can you let me go? I'm going to investigate." I said.
"That's how people die, babe." He stated.
I rolled my eyes, with a soft snort.
"You watch too many horror movies." I laughed.
"And you don't watch enough." He pointed out.
I groaned, escaping the clutches of my boyfriend who was whining.
"No, come back to bed." He begged.
I grinned softly.
"You are a mess." I said, before leaving my room.
I walked down the hall, to only stop in my tracks.Dad sat at the kitchen table, a thing of wine on the table, he stared at it hardcore.
My stomach dropped, and I felt like I was going to cry.
Why was that out?
"Dad..?" I questioned.
I watched him jump in surprise, his once lively gray eyes were now tired and stressed looking.
"Oh, hey kiddo.. what are you doing up?" He asked.
I stood in the archway, my brows furrowing.
"I heard the front door slam.. was it you or Em?" I asked.
Dad crossed his arms.
"It was me, Alison was back.. words were exchanged and I slammed the door." His wedding ring was still on his finger, and he kept glancing at it.
My heart was breaking, bit by bit looking at him.
"Dad, I'm so-"
"No, Drew.. please, don't apologize.. just, go back to sleep. Its too early for you to be up and about." He said.
I felt the tears forming in my eyes, I turned away before running back down the hall into my room.
I crawled into the bed, trying my best to keep from shaking with my sobs.
Dad was hurting.
It was because of me.
"Babe..?" Zeke was awake and alarmed now, his face morphed into confusion and worry.
"Why are you crying?" He asked me.
I looked at him, and more tears began to fall.
"Can we get a place together? I know its sudden and rushing things.. b-but, I think it would be better that way." I cried.
Zeke brought his hand to the back of my head, before pressing his lips to my forehead.
"We'll talk more about it, later today, yeah? Lets go back to sleep." He told me.
I could only nod, before feeling sleep take over.
When I was ready to wake up, I had wished the scenes from earlier this morning had been nightmares.. but, they were real.
The wine was put up, but dad was still out of it.
Zeke wanted me to go on a walk with him, and dad told me it sounded like a good idea.
I was put on edge.
Something was off..
Where was Emma? Her bedroom door was open, but everything was still in place.
She would be turning eighteen in three days.
It was Saturday.
My eyes only widened, the moment we made it to the park.
Brett, Pete, and Klay were there.All waiting for us.
I felt this excitement take toll over me.
I let my hand leave Zeke's, before I ran over to our friends.
Tears were forming in my eyes.
We were allowed to go back to school, this week and it felt like centuries since I saw everyone's faces.
I was happy, I really needed my friends.
I would talk to Tami later, I haven't done that much lately.
She had been calling, a lot but I never had the time to answer my phone.
I was a shitty person, I needed her too.
We ended up spending the whole day, out of the house, we went to the park, the lake and to the museum.
Our town was small, but the museum was always a blast.Especially the tour.
By time the day ended, we were all ready to call it a day and head to our homes.
Me and Klay ended up bonding, for once.
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