The Social Reject

Chapter 3 : Keeping.It.A.Secret

My eyes immediately popped open after hearing a loud door shut and shouting. I sat up in my bed and starting listening to whoever was arguing.  I recognized the voices of my Mum and Dad. I checked the time on my phone and noticed it was 4 in the morning. Why are they arguing so early? I sat up in bed some more and listened to what they were talking about.

“I waited and waited for you all night! Where the hell have you been?!” yelled my Mum. I never thought Mum even cared about Dad staying out late. I thought it’ll be the other way around ; Dad caring why Mum was out so late, but I guess I was wrong.

“Why do you even give a damn?! You’re always out doing God knows what, and now when I do the same, you wanna get mad at me! I’m done with this conversation!” Dad yelled.

I heard his footsteps going down the hallway and I heard and extra pair of footsteps running towards them.

“Get off of me dammit!” Dad yelled and I heard a big smack and a thump.

Screaming started to occur from my mum and I also heard Dad cursing under his breath angrily. I heard footsteps going towards the living room. I heard an extra pair of footsteps following. More screams and other scary sounds coming from the living room. I just froze in place. I never heard my mum scream like that ever. It scared me, terrified me.

Then my door opened and Hugh came in, shutting the door behind him. He kneeled down in front of my bed and told me to calm down. When Mum and Dad gets in these fights, Hugh knows that I’m terrified and I have the instinct to just cry out or help. But the last time I tried to help out my Mum, Dad slapped the hell out of me, leaving me unconscious. Hugh and I decided to go to the warehouse for a couple days until Dad can calm down.

Hugh got up from the floor and went around my bed, laying on top of the blanket. He grabbed my hand and gave me smile. Another source of trying to calm me down. Then I heard a bug smash, like glass breaking. It felt like my heart stopped. I didn’t hear a word in the whole entire flat. Whatever happened, I’m praying to God that nobody gotten severely hurt.

 

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A few hours later, Hugh and I gotten dressed for school. Once we went out to the living room, there were shards of glass everywhere. I went into the kitchen and didn’t see Mum or Dad anywhere.

“We have to go Natalie,” Hugh said.

“No. One of them are probably dead or something in the flat. We have to look for them,” I said. Hugh took out a sigh and shook his head.

“Dad and Mum’s cars are not in the drive-way. We have to go now,” Hugh said.

I took out a sigh myself and began to walk out of the kitchen and going out of the door. Once I was outside, I saw Harry’s car driving past the flat. I froze in place and looked at his car driving by. Shit. I almost forgot that I had a date with him tonight. What in the hell was I thinking? I can’t go on a date with him. So many risks about going on this date might end up getting Harry killed. Why in the hell am I such an idiot. Stupid, stupid, stupid, I thought in my head, while hitting my head with my hand and closing my eyes.

I did it over and over again and wished I could get the stupidity out of my head. Why in the hell did I agree to this date knowing that it might be good risk that he might get killed. Why, why, why, I thought again.

“Natalie!” my eyes opened and I saw Hugh in front of me, his face concerned. “I called your name like five times. Are you okay?”

I went around him, ignoring his question. I walked down the pathway and onto the sidewalk. So much was now on my mind, that bitch Rose, the snitch, Mum and Dad, and Harry. At this point I didn’t know what to think or what to do at this point. But I’m just little Natalie, the girl who has no say or do in this time.