Living with the Hirst Girls

Chapter 1 - Leaving Home

Johns POV 

I got home from Football practice, we did conditioning and I was absolutely exhauseted.

I went into the living room and fell into the couch. I turned on the TV and started flicking through the channels.

I heard someone walking with high heels.

"John." She called. 

"What?" 

"Come here." 

"No." I spat. "You come here."

She came into the room

"Do you even have respect for me?" 

"Nope." My eyes were glued to the TV screen. "Not one bit." 

She switch the TV off.

"Look me in the eye when you talk to me."

"No, You could be Medusa for all I know." I covered my eyes. "You even have her hair." 

She slapped me. 

"Bitch." I pushed her back and she went into the door.

She rubbed the back off her head.

Damn I hoped for a concussion.

"That's it." She stormed out of the room. "I'm calling your father." She yelled.

I laughed.

Britney called my father with the house phone.

I ran upstairs to get the other one so that I could easedrop on the converstation.

He answered.

"Hello." 

"Hi." I could hear the anger coming through the phone.

"Your Son doesn't respect me Mike!" 

"Yeah, I know." 

"I can't get along with him."

"That too."

"He pushed me into the door."

"He did what?" I could picture him with his mouth open. "I'm gonna come sort this out, now."

"No, dad." I though carefully with my words. "She turned my favorite TV show off and then slapped me." 

"Britney, is that true?"

"Yes it is." She went quiet.

"Joh-" 

Britney interupted him.

"But the only reason I did that was because he called me Medusa and the said my hair looks just like hers!"

My dad gasped.

"John." He paused. "How could you say that?" 

"It's true."

"Respect your mother Or there will be major consiquences."

"She is not my mother and she will NEVER be my mother." 

I put the phone down, went to my room and laid on my bed.

I sat there in silence thinking about my real mother. She wouldn't have remarried if my father had died especially to a Selfish, Mean, Lifeless person.

That I knew as a fact.

I heard a car parking in the garage.

My heart sunk into my chest. "Well now I need to face the music." I said to myself.