Unexpected//l.h.

Ch 4

EDITED

When I went home, I knew I'd be facing an angry mother and an even angrier father.

Unlike many dads, mine cared a hell of a lot more than my mother does.

I sighed and went to Jacy's elementary to pick her up. On my way, I took in my surroundings.

People walking, laughing, and having fun. Sometimes I wish my life was that simple.

How do you know theirs is? Just like you, their smiles also hide things.

I don't even really smile anymore, so there's no point in hiding anything. All my life I took care of Jacy, which I don't mind, I guess. My parents, if I can even call them that, were always on business trips. And if they're not, they come home at the crack of dawn.

Sometimes, I feel sorry for them.

But then I remember how they never even call. Even when I try to call them, it always instantly goes to voicemail.

All this thinking is bad for you. Think positive.

I had nothing positive to think about. Nothing at all. I'm just a boring slut who let a random guy feel her up. I feel disgusting.

But I can't deny the fact that he sent chills down my spine, caused me to shiver from his cold touch, and made me feel things I never knew existed.

Who is Luke Hemmings? He's definitely popular, but not in a good way. He was notorious, someone who is known for negative things.

Fighting.

Gambling.

Using girls.

Lies.

How do people know for sure that's what he does? Maybe he fights for fun with his friends. Who knows? That boy is definitely something.

He's something you shouldn't get yourself involved with.

But do I listen to my conscious? No.

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I let Jacy in the house, closing and locking the door behind me.

"Adrianna Park, come here please." My dad's voice rang out through the house.

"Y-yes?" I stuttered, he looked me up and down, and shook his head. My mom, who was sitting next to him, raised an eyebrow.

"We got a call from your school." She informed me, her arms crossed over her chest.

"They said you skipped classes." Dad finished for her.

"Th-they did?" I asked, close to tears.

"Honey, go take Jacy upstairs and come back down." My dad ordered, while Mom nodded.

My mom led Jacy upstairs, disappearing into their room.

"Sit." I did as told, and took a seat on the couch farthest away from my dad.

"Why? We didn't raise you to skip classes. We raised you to go to school, be above average, and make us proud."

"Well, you weren't exactly showing me you were proud." I mumbled to myself. I wouldn't dare say that out loud to my dad.

"What was that?" He asked calmly, which was scaring me. He was never calm when it came to school. Two years ago, I got a B, and trust me, saying he flipped was an understatement. He grounded me for three months. I vowed to myself that I would never get under an A ever again.

I decided it was finally time to tell them.

"I said, you don't exactly show me that you're proud! The only time you guys acknowledge me is when I do something bad and need to be punished. What's the point of having you guys if I barely see you? And when I do see you, which is fucking-"

"Watch your language! What has happened to you?!"

"I'll tell you what's happened to me. A 17 year old isn't supposed to be raising a child when she has parents. Also, you were supposed to know that your own god damn eight year old went to the fucking hospital! What kind of careless parents are you? I'm sick of it."

Who knew I could finally speak up?

"We're not careless! If we were, we wouldn't be out almost twenty four hours of the day making money for you and Jacy!"

"No you wouldn't. But you can't pick up a fucking phone and call me at least once? I called you guys so many times, checking up on you, which, by the way, you should also be doing to us. After so many times of calling you and you not picking up, I gave up. There's no point. You weren't gonna pick up or call anytime soon. Oh and did you know that Jacy has another doctor's appointment because she might have broken her arm? Did you know that she almost died? And did you know that it wasn't you, or Mom, or me, but a stranger that saved her?"

Why did I bring up Luke?

I honestly don't know.

"Just go to your room! Go! You're grounded until you straighten up and become a normal kid again!"

"AGAIN?! Are you fucking serious? I never was a normal kid to begin with! Normal kids see their parents everyday. Normal kids don't raise their siblings on their own. Normal kids don't have a shit family. And you know what else? Normal kids don't doubt that their family is actually a fucking family."

I was out of breath by then, and I was so glad. I was so glad it's finally all out in the open. So glad my feelings aren't bottled up anymore.

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"She's definitely changed since the last time I actually saw her." I overheard him finally admit.

"So, you're telling me she says that we don't play our roles as parents correctly?" I heard my mother say in her business voice.

Since when was I business?

"Yes, apparently, but I think she's right. I think she changed so much because of the way we treat her. We come home late midnight and leave early morning. She doesn't see us. And who knew all that happened with Jacy?"

I did.

"I don't even know anymore. I'm so exhausted. I'm gonna go get some sleep."

Why is she acting so fucking careless?

I sighed and plopped myself on on my bed. I covered myself in my duvet, and fell fast asleep, trying not to think about anything.

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Hello potatoes! Am I the only one that felt that this chapter was...dramatic? Oh well.

Anyway, OMG THE GUY I LIKE HAS AN ACC ON WATTPAD HOLY MOTHER OF CHEESEBALLS

bet you don't even care haha^

ooh do you guys like our new username?

And we replaced a member! Welcoming.......LARISSA! now it's me hope and larissa. I hate my name so no one gets to know what it is hah.

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