Last Straw (Ultimate Sidemen)

Chapter One

Prologue

That's it. I've had enough of this. It's the last straw. I'm done.

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Freya's P.O.V

I get home from work and as usual my parents are fighting. Straight away they turned their attention to me.

"What are these?!" my mum yells chucking a pile of papers at me. They scatter around the room and I pick up the one that fell at my feet. It is my litterature essays from college.

"Nothing you need to worry about. I'll handle it. I promise."

"You said that the last time. Your marks have been getting lower and lower since the second semester, Freya! What have you been doing?!"

Hiding. I've been hiding at the lake with a couple friends. Justin Blitz, Josh Zerker, and Mason Lilac. I go to the lake with them after classes and enjoy my time at the lake until 8pm, which means returning to this hell-hole.

"I've been a little distracted..."

"Is this about a boy? Freya what have I told you?! You need to focus on-"

"It's not about a boy! It's about you and dad, mum! I'm sick of it! I'm sick of being treated this way. I always come in second, right behind Harry! No matter what I do, it's never good enough for you two. I'm always gonna be behind him no matter what. No matter what I do to get you guys to believe me that I'm trying, it never works."

"Freya..." Harry says walking into the kitchen. Oh look, the great Wroetoshaw is here to save the day.

"You, don't even talk to me." I say throwing the essays at him.

"Calm down!"

"What? I'm perfectly calm. Just calm enough that I could throw another stack of books at you." I grab the closest thing to me, which is a water bottle and throw it at him.

"Freya!" My dad says.

"Here we go again. All of these lectures won't get me anywhere! At least I'm going to college unlike you did."

I grab my bag and rush out the door and back into my car. I turn on the ignition and put it into drive.

~20 minutes later~

I've had 5 drinks and maybe 2 shots. I have no clue. I'm too drunk to care. I texted Josh but I don't think I got anything back from him. Every time I look at the screen it gets blurry. Some guys offered to drive me home and they looked oddly familiar.

"Freya!"

More of my name being yelled. Not much of a surprise.

"Freya what are you doing? Are you drunk?" Josh says with the same two boys behind him that offered to bring me home.

"No. Just a little tipsy. I wouldn't call it drunk" I say with a chuckle. "I wanna go somewhere. Anywhere."

"I'm going to bring you back home, okay?"

"No. Anywhere but there."

He grabs my arm and pulls me off of the seat. "Come on, Freya."

"Please, Josh. Please don't take me back there." I say pulling back. "Please, I don't want to see the look on their faces. I don't want to see the disappointment in their eyes." I say, partially sobering up and partially crying.

"Oh... Freya..." Josh says turning around to hug me. "Do you have clothes in your car?"

"Yeah."

"Why don't you stay at the house with me and the boys tonight then. Get a little shut eye without a hangover." He says trying to make a joke. Which for some reason kind of worked.