My Neighbor Matt Espinosa

Chapter 16

~MARCH'S POV~

*friday after school*

I just got home and was sitting on my bed. Matt asked me if I wanted to go to his house every day after our date, and I said I was busy. I didn't want to tell him about my parents. I don't know why though, I just can't.

My dad grounded me. My mom thinks it's unfair, but she doesn't say anything anymore. I can go out on the weekends though, since it's not a school night, so that means I can go to matts tonight.

I get a text from matt asking if I can come over at 6, and I say yes. Finally, I feel like I haven't been to his house in forever, when it's really been a few days.

~MATT'S POV~

Every day after our date, March has been saying she can't come over to my house because she's busy. I feel like she's avoiding hanging out with me.

I text her if she can come over tonight, and expect it to be a no, but she finally texts back saying she can. Finally, I'm glad to hang out with her outside of school.

~MARCH'S POV~

I get on social media and wait for 6 o'clock to come. Finally it's 5 and I can't take it anymore. I can hear my parents yelling downstairs and I can't take it anymore. I need to get out of this house.

I text matt saying, 'hey, so how long am I supposed to stay at your house? like over night or nah?'

He responds with 'u can stay if ya want.. ;)'

I say 'ok see u soon:)'

I grab a drawstring bag and begin to pack. I find some clothes for tomorrow and a pair of comfy shorts and a random T-shirt as pajamas. I don't pay attention about what it looks like, I just know it's white.

I pack other things I'll need, like my phone charger, face wash, my tooth brush and tooth paste, etc.

Then I put on some vans and grab my stuff and head downstairs. I walk to the living room and set my stuff down. I pull out my phone and text matt, telling him I'm on my way. Then I put my phone in my pocket and grab my stuff. I stand up at the same time my dad walks in.

"Where are you going?" he asks.

Ugh. Of course.

"Matts house" I say.

"Your grounded though. I thought we've been over this."

"But it's the weekend. There's no school tomorrow, I thought you said I was ungrounded on weekends."

"No. Your mom said that."

"But I haven't left the house for days! please just let me go. pleeeaaasseee."

"No. Your not allowed. Go to your room."

With that I walk slowly to my room, hoping my mom will come to my aid, but of course, that doesn't happen.

I sigh and walk over to my bed. I sit down and think about how I'm going to tell matt I can't go. I feel like he knows something's up because I keep telling him I'm busy, but he hasn't said anything.

I can't tell him I'm busy. I've already told him I could go. Maybe I should just tell him the truth..

I should. I really need to. I need to just get everything off my chest and confide in someone. I haven't told anyone about my parents fighting, and it's really bugging me. I need to tell someone. So I decide to text matt.

I pull out my phone and I have a text. It's from matt. it says 'are u ok? r u coming?'

I feel bad now. I texted him I was on my way over half an hour ago. He must be worried.

I text him 'don't worry, I'm fine. Can u FaceTime?'

He responds with 'sure, but aren't u coming over?'

'I'll explain, hang on.' I text back.

I find his name on the FaceTime app and tap it. It rings for a few second before he answers, then it connects and I can see his face. He looks worried, even though I told him I'm fine.

"Hey" I say.

"Hey, so... you're not coming over anymore? or what?" He asks.

"Look... I need to explain some things..." I trail off.

"What?" he asks.

"About the past few days. I haven't been busy. I've been bored out of my mind actually. you see, my parents have been fighting for a few weeks now, and after our date, when I got home I heard them yelling. They saw me and started yelling about how I was home so late and they grounded me. From hanging out with you. It's my dad's fault mostly, he's completely against me going anywhere. My mom said I can go out on weekends since there's no school, but when I tried to go to your house, my dad stopped me. I'm so sorry."

"Hey, you have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault your parents are fighting and taking out all their anger on you." He says. "But why didn't you just tell me?"

"I don't know" I confess. "I just didn't want to talk about my parents fighting. But I guess I really needed to, because I feel a lot better now honestly."

We talk for about 2 hours, mostly him trying to cheer me up and take my mind off things. Then we finally hang up and I go downstairs to eat dinner. We don't eat as a family anymore. We used to actually sit at the table and eat together, but now we just eat by ourselves.

I grab some food and take it up to my room. I turn on the tv and sit down in my chair. I turn up the volume so I can't hear my parents arguing.

I finish up my food and walk downstairs and put my plate in the sink. Something's different... it's quiet.

I walk in the living room and my parents are sitting on the sofa. They both stand up once they see me.

"Why don't you come sit down with us for a minute" my mom says.

I do as she says and sit down across from them. They look at each other and then my dad begins to speak.

"Honey, your mom and I haven't been getting along for a while now and we've finally come to the conclusion that we can't work it out. We both love you, but we feel it's best if I move out. I've already found a nice apartment a few minutes away."

"What?!" I yell, while standing up.

"Honey calm down, just listen" my mom says.

"You expect me to be calm after hearing THIS?!" I yell and run up to my room before either one of them can respond.

I jump into my bed and pull the covers over my head. I can't believe this is happening.

I just lay there and think.

And think.

And think for hours.

Maybe it's not that bad after all... I feel bad for thinking it, but it's true. I don't think it's going to be as bad as I first thought.

First of all, I've never really been that fond of my dad. I know it's wrong, but he's just so rude to me. I've always been closer with my mom. As long as I'm living with my mom I'll be okay.

Second of all, I won't have to hear them fight. That'll be really nice. Its so annoying when they fight.

And finally, I'll be able to hang out with matt more, since my moms not as strict.

So from what I'm thinking... the sooner my dad moves out the better.

***Sorry again for not updating for a while! I've seriously been really lazy this summer. Anyway, thanks for reading and don't forget to vote!***