Normalness leads to Sadness

A Normal Trip To The Store

I just wanted to say that I'm so sorry for taking so long to write a new chapter but I took a week long break to visit my BFFAE and I was away from my laptop and I hate writing on my phone so I'm SO sorry! Enjoy this chapter <3

//Phil's POV//

I woke up and stretched my arms before looking at my opened door. I must've forgot to close my door last night. I walked over and closed my opened door and then walked to my closet. I slipped on a white shirt with a wolf on it and some skinny jeans.

I went to the bathroom and brushed my teeth, I decided not to brush my hair since I wasn't going anywhere, and then walked back into my room. I opened Susan's cage and let her on my hand and she scurried up to my shoulder and sat there.

I smiled and walked to the edge if my bed and grabbed my laptop before sitting on my bed with my laptop on my lap. As I turned it on I started to do... whatever I do on my laptop, when my dad walked in.

He's never home since his job involves him leaving all the time. He got back yesterday.

"Hey Philip, I'm going to town to get a few things." He said standing by the door way.

"Okay, can you get some popcorn why your in town?" I asked looking up from my computer.

"No because you are coming with me." He said crossing his arms and making me groan.

"What?! Why?" I asked annoyed.

"Because you need a costume for that Halloween party and you're paler then snow-white!" He said slightly angry.

"Ugh, I don't want to leave my bed!" I whined but he rolled his eyes and shook his head.

"We're leaving in an hour, so be downstairs by then!" He said before closing the door.

I sighed and stood up putting Susan back in her cage. I then put my phone on charge and went to bathroom and took a quick shower and brushed my hair.

When I was done I grabbed my phone and went downstairs to see my dad waiting by the door. 'Welp,' I thought, 'Time to go shopping.'

//Dan's POV//

I was walking around town, just to get away from my grandparents as they fought over what they would do if dad came home. Over where I would go to be safe... over me.

I was always the reason my family started fighting. Because they cared about me and because they were worried for me. I wish I wasn't the reason they fought, but I am. It's all HIS fault!

Everything is HIS fault! I shouldn't even call him my dad, he doesn't deserve that title! He's a monster, a wimp, someone who threatens and cheats their way threw life as if it was a game and he wanted to be the winner and I was the prize. He played dirty and wouldn't let anyone take his crown because he wanted. He cant stand the thought of someone else winning so he does whatever he needs to win and when someone else does win... al hell breaks loose and he gets mad. He gets mad because he wanted the prize but instead he got punished in a cell for years at a time...