"You guys were all pretty harsh to each other." Madeline adjusts in her seat and gives my husband and I uncomfortable looks.
"We were, weren't we?" I smile at him, "I really didn't care for them at all. Trust me, you'll find out more about that further in the story."
"Did they care?"
"We cared about drugs and sex." My husband butts in, laughing a bit. "Not for Sierra though. We tried to make peace but, your mum was the biggest bitch ever. No offense to you love." He kisses my cheek for redemption.
"Still is." Madeline mumbles.
"Watch it." I snap at her, "I can ground you, you know."
"Whatever."
"She's kind of like you, you know." My husband notes. Madeline scoffs and makes a disgusted face at that comment. Maybe she is just like me.
"Why don't my parents care?" I laughed obnoxiously, turning to face Zayn. "Just so you know, I'm not at rock bottom like you fucking losers. I happen to be very well off, with two working parents that make plenty of money and an all-star sister who has perfect grades, best friends and is attending her second year of university on a full ride scholarship."
"So your problem is your sister?" Zayn noted confidently.
"Already had a perfect child so you had to be the fuck-up?" Niall coughed out a laugh, as if this were a joke to him.
"Shut your mouth you damn queer." I spat at him angrily. I huffed as I turned back around to face away from them all. All Niall was good for was role playing my little ponies with his ever changing rainbow hair colors.
Liam coughed loudly at us, followed by a deep chuckle. "Do they even know you're gone?"
I sucked in a sharp breath and ignored him. Everyone waited patiently as if I was going to speak. "Why are you waiting for me to say something?!" I screeched.
"We asked you to tell us about yourself, you stuck up priss." Zayn wasn't afraid to get in my face as he spoke to me. It was the most respectful thing about the crack head.
"You want to know something about me?" I whispered closely, my mouth barely an inch away from where his cheek and ear met. He nodded with a look as if I were an idiot.
"When I was 15 years old I stole my sisters makeup to make myself look pretty for once. She found out and the angel faced, epitome of perfection bitch told me I was worthless and ugly and would never be as amazing as her."
Their eyes were big as they listened to me speak. It would be a lie to say I didn't want to tell them this, and I was uncomfortable. I wasn't uncomfortable. If the fuckers wanted to know then so be it.
I didn't want pity. I didn't want a million questions. They were going to listen and let me be after I was done. I could have cared less about why they were, as Zayn called it, at rock bottom in their pathetic lives.
"That night I stole daddy's credit card and bought an obnoxious amount of makeup and got my first tattoo from a friend. He found out and I was grounded for the rest of my existence, even though I didn't make a dent in their savings. Guess who went on a shopping spree that weekend for being a perfect child?
"When school was around she was praised as always and my teachers continued to compare me to her. I didn't want people to think I was just like her. I'm my own person, not a copy of Princess Lydia." I rolled my eyes harshly, "I started doing some stupid things, getting involved with the wrong people. By the end of that year I had gone to three schools, including those credit recovery delinquent ones.
"My parents kind of hated dealing with me but they had Lydia so it didn't matter. They fed me and gave me enough to survive but that's it. When I was 16 I went through that phase where I slit my wrists just to feel alive and ended up in the hospital twice for trying to commit suicide."
"Because your life was so hard, right?" Niall grunted, sounding sarcastic and snarky.
"True. You did start fucking up yourself." Harry noted, agreeing with Niall.
"Okay Harry." I smiled widely, but it wasn't an inviting one. "Zayn is here because he got involved with the wrong people, inhaled too much coke and needed someone to understand.
"Niall, I'm going to guess that your dad left when you were a child. You have a million reasons your life sucks and you probably ended up just like me, waiting in a hospital the night after and then going to therapy where they told you you're an individual and now you prove it by becoming a walking skittle bag.
"Liam, I don't think I'm sure what exactly is wrong with you but you're by far the most attractive kid in here and I'd love to sit on your face, if I weren't ready to shove my foot down your throat because you're a cocky, big-mouthed twat." I shrugged, "Let's see. Louis was called a fag at least 40 dozen times and decided the only way to prove he's straight is to become a hardass and make peace with Harry Styles. And you Harry. You're just a boy who enjoys rough sex, followed by a cigarette because you like looking tough. And the truth is that none of you are cool, you're all just a bunch of punks with inked skin and unnatural holes in your faces with metal sticking out."
"With as much as you've observed us every day after school, I'd say you're pretty smart. But you're so ignorant and judgmental I don't know which sob story you spat out was the most off." Zayn snarled, very angry with everything I had just ranted off about.
"And I'd love to hear how wrong I am, but I don't care." I turned back around, content with myself. I told them what they needed to hear, they retaliated with unnecessary comments, so I did what I did best.
I ran my mouth with exactly what I was feeling at the moment. I wasn't here to make peace with them. They were fun to pull pranks with, but my only goal was to get back to the home and continue on with school again.
"It's time we shut up and sleep. So nice to get to know you." My smirk was deep as I closed my eyes and laid down. "We'll be there tomorrow."
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A/n: Sorry that was a lot of talking and Sierra being a bitchh ooopssssss
But idek I still get really excited for this story bc I know where this is all going and gosh I just hope u enjoy cx even if it is just ridiculous bantering (:
