After Effects

Chapter 4

Biana~~~RECOVERY

I woke up to the sound of Fitz and dad yelling. Its been getting worse lately.

"JUST LEAVE ME ALONE!"

"Hey! Don't take that tone with me young man!"

"YOU'RE SO IMPOSSIBLE!"

"FITZ! Fitz, come back here!"

"Why can't you just let me-"

"WOULD YOU BOTH SHUT UP!" I yelled throwing open my door.

Fitz and dad's eyes snapped up to me. I probably looked like an insane Banshee.

"Would you both stop yelling at each other for one second? Please!" I pleaded at a much more quiet volume.

"Bi-" Fitz started, his eyes softening.

"No, don't you Biana me. I'm sick and tired of waking up to unpleasantries! It's really bad for my complexion," I tried to joke but no one was laughing. 

"Lighten up," I mumbled before turning back into my room.

I plopped on my bed, face in my pillow, and sighed. I heard a soft knock on my door.

"Unless your name is Elwin, or mom you aren't allowed in here!" I called, my voice muffled from the pillow.

"Fitz and I shouldn't have acted the way we did this morning-"

I bolted up into a sitting position, my hair every which way, "This morning? You think this is only about this morning? How about yesterday, the day before, last week? All you two have been doing is arguing, arguing, arguing! Mom and I are sick of it! Now please go."

Dad sighed before walking away shutting the door behind him. I heard him walk into Fitz room.

I heard them have, yet again, a heated discussion.

"Fitz please listen to me," Dad started.

"No. I'm done listening! I'm done following other people's rules! I'm just done," Fitz shouted with a slam of his door.

I rolled out of my bed yet again, and found my way into the hallway. Fitz was halfway down the staircase with dad following him on the first landing.

"Where are you going to go?" Dad asked.

"I don't know, somewhere? As long as it's away from here!" Fitz said, running a hand through his hair. It was only then did I notice the suit case.

"Fitz please be reasonable. I know it's been rough, but you have to understand if you'd just talk-"

"There is no talking here! How many times does Biana have to ask someone to be quiet? Or to stop bothering me? I asked you to leave me alone, but you don't. You're like, like a bad feeling that makes people want to throw up!" Fitz angrily revealed before marching down the rest of the way.

Dad watched Fitz go, and I saw a tear fall down  his face. He looked up, and took a step back when he saw me watching.

"Biana," he said, his voice shaky.

"Way to go," I whispered, retreating back into my room.

I had a tantrum, screaming into my pillow, crying, trying to punch something with my right hand, but realizing it's missing.

After I let some steam out, I stalked downstairs, ignoring dad.

"Mom. I'm ready," I said finalizing everything.