Living Life With The Parker Boys

Chapter Sixteen- Shouting, shots and surprises

Chapter Sixteen

Shouting, shots and surprises

I was pacing outside Beth's office imagining how the next few minutes were going to pan out. It was either going to end in hugs or shouting. At this rate I wasn't sure which I would have preferred. Sighing, in one quick movement I knocked on the wooden door regretting it immediately. I was about to turn back when the door opened to reveal Beth in her home clothes.

"Brooklyn?" She asked shocked. Bouncing from one foot to another I nodded my head.

"Can I-uh- speak to you?" I hesitated. She smiled, moving aside to let me in.

"I assume this is about yesterday." She said, shutting the door behind her. I gazed at the office in awe, I had expected it to be wooden, old and musty but instead it was bright and edgy. I nodded my head, taking a seat on the other side of her desk. I felt like I was in the Principal's room, I'd know since I'd been in there enough times.

"Look, I'm going to get straight to the point. Brooklyn you have such potential, I can see that you're determined. I just don't understand why you'd play this silly prank on Ash and abuse my household rules." Beth begun. "I know you want to go home but you've been given a great opportunity here in California. You have the chance to make new friends, get an education, make memories."

"What's the point in all of this? I mean, really. I don't want to make new friends, I want my old ones. What's the point in making memories when soon I'll be back in New York living my old life feeling worse than I did before I came here? I don't want to have to make a choice between California and New York, to choose between old friends and new friends because I will choose New York hands down and I don't want to ruin any more people's lives than I already have." I said.

"The point is you were destroying yourself," Beth stated.

"No, my parents done a good job of that on their own." I said. I could already see where this conversation was heading so I stood up to make an early escape.

"Brooklyn, sit back down. We're trying to help you to change for the better, I want to help you see that."

"I don't want to change! I don't need fixing, there's nothing wrong with me! You know, my parents probably made it out that I was the bad guy, that I was to blame for everything but you don't know what it was like living in that house with people who don't even love you."

"Brooklyn..."

"I came in here wanting to clear things up, I was going to tell you that I'd been studying yesterday, ask if we could start over but every time I try to do something remotely good it comes crashing back down because that's what I do, I ruin things, I destroy everything! It's always been that way, I was practically raised that way. I'm destructive, you know my parents sent me to a counselor at my school a couple of years ago, she told me I was self destructive to the point of recklessness. I tried not to listen to her but it's hard seeing as everything I touch goes up in flames and that makes me so angry. I just want to scream and shout all the time, I want to blame somebody but at the end of the day I can't because I'm the one to blame, it's always my fault. Then no matter how much I try to fix things I can't because I'll always be the same, I dealt with that fact along time ago so don't start telling me that I can change because I can't."

"Is this about your brother?" Beth asked tentatively.

My head snapped towards her, with venom laced in my voice I said, "Don't you dare speak of my brother." With that I slammed the office door behind me. There was only one thing I needed to do, I needed to blow off steam before I started punching people, people most likely being Ash. It didn't take me long to change and find myself in the gym room in the basement. The whole basement was dedicated to gym equipment, there were running machines, weights, rowing machines, mats and punching bags. I had my own ratty pair of boxing gloves that Blake had given me a few years ago.