Mixed Chemistry. A The Wanted Fanfic

4 - I Need To Find Out More About Her

After my first day in uni, I asked Michael if he can drive me to the beach that I saw while he was driving last night. It was two hours away from my house but I didn't care. Just for the sake of clearing my thoughts, I would stay away for as long as I like.

"You can roam around if you like. I'll just call you when I'm ready to go home." I said, feeling the cold air rush in my mouth while I spoke. He nodded then he got inside the car and left. I started walking around the beach, my shoes sinking in the sand and leaving a mark. I held my jacket closer to me as I sat down and looked at the sun ready to set. Orange colour spread across the sky which I thought was perfect to sketch but I wasn't in the modd for that... I was in the mood for some thinking and clearing. I brought out my cell and scanned through the images of Daniel and I. I looked so happy with him like problems in my life didn't even exist. Why did something so beautiful fade away so quickly? Be gone so quickly? Everytime I closed my eyes, I can feel the weight of his lips on mine or his hold on my hand and on my waist, the way he made my heart skip a beat everyime I saw him. Every second, every minute I spent with him isn't a waste of time. Everything was worth it just for him. But I think it's time to move on since it began one year ago but I won't put myself out there yet... I just have to observe everything, observe every move I make or a word I speak. I looked at the sky and sucked in the cold air.

"Daniel, help me to move on. Help me to start over." I sighed then looked at my phone and deleted all the photos we have together. "Guide me. I love you forever." I said then stood up. What seemed like the minutes I spent in the beach was hours. I didn't realize it was already six. I rang Michael and thirty minutes later, he was back. I got inside the car, watched over the lights and people walking everywhere, having a good time and having a good conversation. I wish to be joyful as them but for what reason? The world gave me nothing but grief, pressure, anger and sadness. I have no inspiration in life or in who I want to be. I gotta find an inspiration to start over but that doesn't mean I have to let my guard down. Just shut your mouth and observe what you do. I thought. Two hours later, I was in front of my house. I really wanted my own place but my parents would just think I'll be fooling around with guys. I need to prove them first so I can gain their trust. I swear, living with them is such shame. I'm eighteen for fuck sake! I should have my own place or actually... have a job! I went inside the house and I saw some suitcases sitting on the floor by the spiral staircase. I walked to the living room and saw that my dad has arrived from nowhere.

"You finally decided to show up, huh?" I asked, leaning on the wall.

"Where have you been? You were supposed to be home three hours ago." My mom said.

"I was at the beach clearing my thoughts. You can check the sand on my ass if you want to." I said with a smug smile on my face. The next thing I felt was heavy pressure on my right cheek. I opened my eyes and saw my mom holding my dad back and his eyes raging with anger and disappointment. Then, I saw blood drops on the floor. I touched my nose and it was coming from my nostrils. I actually felt ashamed and angry at the same time. So this is how you feel when you get hit? Mixed emotions.

"Don't you dare disrespect your mom and I like that! We didn't even raise you like this! You're here to renew yourself not to get worse!" He exclaimed, his voice spreading around the house. I was holding back my laughter because of the words We didn't even raise you like this! came out of his mouth.

"What's funny, Lauren? Do you find your mess funny?" My mom asked

"Nothing... It's just I thought I heard dad say you raised me up? I find that funny because you were rarely around while I as growing up." I smiled ironically.

"What do we have to do so you can respect everyone in this household?" My mom pleaded

"HEAR WHAT I WANT IN MY LIFE! I only took up that stupid business management course because of you! You told me fine arts won't make you money! Turns out, I don't care about money, I care about my passion not just some stupid profit! That's why I always had failing remarks! IT'S NOT WHAT I WANT! But that doesn't make sense because neither of you listen to me anyways!" I shouted then I walked away from them. I went inside my room then in the bathroom and looked in the mirror and see that my face was bruising. Hooray... I have a bruise on my face when I walk to school tomorrow. Well who the fuck cares!? The next thing I knew, my hand was rolled up in a fist and it came smashing against the mirror. I felt it ache as I saw little fragments on my bloody knuckles. I shook it off as I heard someone open the door and walk inside where I was. I looked over at the person and it was one of our maids. She gasped and held my hand and examined it. "Don't worry, I'll take care of it." I said, pulling up a little smile on the corner of my mouth. "Just distract them for me, will you?" I asked politely. To be honest, I'm always polite around people who are not my parents or if they aren't teachers. I walked out of the bathroom, got a clean cloth and wrapped it around my bleeding knuckles. Sure enough I knew that some fragments were stuck because they hurt like crazy. I walked down the stairs, got my jacket and I quietly went out of the house. I held a cab and told the chauffeur to go to the hospital. I sat in the ER, holding my wrist and looking around to see that there wasn't that many emergencies. An hour later, I found myself sitting on a hospital bed, my knuckles being treated with alcohol and I saw a metal plate with some bloody fragments of mirrors on it. The alcohol stung my wound making me jump a little. After that, the nurse bandaged it. I didn't have a ride home and it's pouring with rain outside. I had no one to contact except from Jay. I sighed and called him.