JASON
Right before my eyes, my parents arguing begins to escalate. Their yelling becomes louder and their demeanor, more aggressive. What they're arguing about is who I will go with when the divorce is finalized. In my opinion, they should not be doing this like this, let alone in front of their child.
"She's staying with me, Y/F/N! I'm her mother!"
"Christ, Y/M/N, you can't just take my daughter away from me! Who the hell do you think you are?"
I squeeze my eyes shut temporarily and shake my head. Sometimes my parents can be so outrageously immature. Seeing this makes me not even want live with either of them.
It hasn't always been like this. In the beginning of this disastrous marriage, they were happy. Don't get me wrong, never have we been a picture perfect family but we were at least relatively happy. They could stand being around each other without massive arguments erupting. It was okay.
"Y/N!"
I'm snapped out of my thoughts by my name being yelled. I look up to see both of my parents staring at me expectantly, their breaths ragged.
"W-what?" I question timidly.
"Who would you want to live with?"
Are they fucking serious? They can't put me in this position and expect me to give them a competent, level headed answer. They are complete assholes. They aren't acting like parents and they haven't been for the last couple of years.
"This is bullshit," I begin as I stand up off of the couch, grabbing my coat and pulling it on. "This isn't fair and you guys know it. Why don't you both do me a favor and leave me out of your childish and repetitive fucking arguments?" I finish while rushing out of my house.
It's the middle of winter so she chilly air has already begun affecting me. My body shakes not only from the weather but the hysteria of what just happened. Tears stream down my cheeks and I find myself at the DiLaurentis house. I'm not here for Ali, God, I'd never confide in Ali especially with problems regarding my parents. I'm here for Jason. He's my best friend. He knows me better than I know myself at times.
I knock on the door and await for the answer. And it opens, revealing Jason who immediately notices my shaken state.
"Y/N? What's wrong?" he questions while taking a hold of my forearm and pulling me into the warm house. "Answer me, Y/N." he orders gently as guides me to the couch and throws a blanket over my shoulders.
"My parents, they're just putting me through the most ridiculous shit." I tell him. He sighs and out of the corner of my eye I can see his jaw muscles pulsing. He always gets so worked up and angry with my parents. They have caused me to get sloppy, blackout drunk and stumble down the street to Jason's house. I've had complete breakdowns and spent days recovering. Jason has just always been there to piece me back together and he hates seeing me break.
"I..I can't do it anymore, Jason. I-I can't. It's too much, Jason it's too much. I can't.." I sob while collapsing into his side. He pulls me lose to him and notices how severe the shaking has gotten.
After a few moments of me crying and Jason holding me, he speaks up.
"Listen to me, Y/N. You've gotta stop crying. You're gonna make yourself sick. Just..be still. Stop moving, stop fidgeting, just be still." he tells me while taking both of my hands in his to truly prevent me from moving them. His thumb rubs over top of my hand in order to calm me down.
And a couple minutes later, my crying has stopped, my breathing has returned back to normal and I have stopped shaking besides a few little tremors here and there.
