Is There Love? sequel
Diza fanfic based mostly on Kayden and Kaitlyn's life with David and Liza as famous YouTubers. Sorry if you end up not enjoying it. I will try to put as much of Diza as I can. Also the wedding is in this. ;P
A week has gone by since Nathan was released from the hospital. We got back yesterday so we could spend a little time in the Cayman Islands. It has been a very stressful vacation, but things happen for a reason.
I stayed at Kayden and Kaitlyn's house yesterday and I'm driving back to my house since I haven't been home for about two months. My parents haven't bothered to call me so they obviously don't care.
I pull up in my stone driveway and put the car in park. I sit in the driver's seat for a minute, thinking about anything and everything that could happen when I step foot in the house of the worst place anyone could imagine. I eventually opened the door, taking a step out to see the giant house full of awful memories I grew up in.
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After sighing and closing my car door, I walk to the backside of the car to the trunk. I open it up and grab the three duffle bags that were from me being with the Dobriks. I closed the trunk after putting one bag on my shoulder. I carry a bag in each hand as I make my way to the front door.
I open the door and step foot into the house I always hated. The familiar scent of fake flowers and wine was surrounding me. I was going to go straight up the stairs until I heard shoes echoing through the house making their way towards me. My horrific parents stopped and looked at me with blank expressions.
(B= Blake, C= Carol)
C-"Oh, you're home."
LM-"Yeah, not that you cared."
B-"Don't use that tone with your mother!"
My dad screamed at me as if I was doing something terrible. All I was doing was telling the truth. I guess the truth really does hurt.
I rolled my eyes as they are both steaming with anger over the smallest thing.
C-"Don't you dare roll your eyes at me! This is why Claire killed herself! Because you always give us attitude!"
I was mad before this, but now I was pissed off.
LM-"You know for a fact that isn't why! That doesn't have a fucking thing to do with why she killed herself!"
I was fuming, my dad was fuming, and my mom was angry but happy she was getting the reaction she wanted from me.
My dad stormed over to me and punched me right in the jaw, sending me straight on the floor. I dropped the bags before hand so I raised my hand to my face. I flinched in pain as soon as my hand made contact with my jaw.
My dad was standing over me with a satisfied smirk. I was about to get up, but he threw another punch. Another came. Then another. And another.
My head ached from hitting the marble floor from being hit.
B-"When you don't show up to your own damn home for two months, this is what you get and deserve."
Now he was kicking. He kicked my ribs, my waist, and my legs. It hurt. As if someone was hammering nails into you.
