Howell (danxreader)

Chapter 21

I have to be up in 7 hours for school, but I'm still going to write this chapter. Rip me in morning.

When my parents arrived home it was past 9 in the evening (afternoon) the walked through the doors and walked in separate directions to each other. My mum was the first to notice I was home, she looked at me and turned around
"Are you okay?" She asked, although I could tell she didn't really care about my answer
"I got back from the hospital the afternoon"
"That's fun dear"
"It was so lovely to see you and dad there while I was laid on a hospital bed"
"You're fine aren't you?"
"Wow thank you so much for your concern, mum"
"Do not talk to me like that"
"Talk to you like what?"
"Talk to me like I'm not your mother"
"Are you my mother? I don't really know. I mean you gave birth to me but isn't a mother supposed to look after her children and love them and protect them and do everything in their power to make her child's life the best it could be, or to even be home, because you have never done any of that"
"What are you complaining about now?" My dad walked into the kitchen, clearly annoyed
"I'm complaining about how shitty you both are as parents"
"DO NOT USE LANGUAGE LIKE THAT IN MY HOUSE" my mum screamed suddenly
"Your house? YOU ARE NEVER HERE"
"Because I'm moving out"
"Your what?"
"Y/n, you need to decide where you want to live, with me or with your mother"
"You want me to chose between my parents?"
"We need you to choose" my mum said, quietly.
I went silent, I couldn't talk, what was the point in me choosing when they were both always at work anyway? What would happen to my relationship with the person I didn't choose?
"I choose neither of you"
"Excuse me?" My dad looked at me like I just said something completely insane
"Neither of you have been good parents, I know your marriage is falling apart, so just end it, but I will not chose between you, you cannot force me to take sides in your petty excuse of a marriage. After this year I will have finished school and I'll be leaving, I'm staying in the house until then, wether that's with mum or dad, I don't care because you are never hear anyway, stop treating me like a child because, as we can see from this situation, I'm more mature than both of you combined. I'll leave you to sort out who stays but I will not be placed in the middle of this. Goodbye." When I finished talking I walked out of the door in the kitchen, and walked down to the treehouse to be alone, only when I got there I wasn't alone.