Tattered Blinds

Chapter Twelve

Alex

I walked down my street to my house, slowly. I didn't like to go home, I didn't like my house or my parents. I know that it is terrible to say that, but they never supported me for anything. They were constantly telling me how much I sucked at playing football, they always said that I was the biggest mistake they ever made and that they should have given me up for adoption. Luckily, my neighbor was on my team so he took me to away games, and I could easily jog a few blocks to escape the wrath of my parents and visit Emma. 

I walked up to my house and slipped my backpack over my shoulders and sighed at the white trash house that we had. I opened the screen door to the inside, it was wooden, and really old. It squeaked, and slammed shut, I was afraid that it might break. "Alex, is that you?" My mom yelled from somewhere in the house. 

"Yes mom," I cringed at the smell in the house, it smelled like cigarettes. I waited for her to ask me how my day of school was, but it never came, it never did. "Where's dad?" I asked. 

"He went to fill out some job applications," she hollered. Figures I thought. 

"Where are you?" I asked her walking into the kitchen, the kitchen that I cleaned and tried to keep up as much as possible, but every time I would come home from school, it would look the same way it did the previous day. I wondered why my parents liked living like this, like such pigs!

"In my room," She called. I didn't even want to see what it looked like in there. 

"Okay, I'll be in my room," I said to her and walked down my private hallway, where I didn't ever want them to go. I had my half of the house, and they had theirs. My half was always clean and I didn't ever want them to step foot in my room, it was kept clean twenty-four seven. And only because I wanted to prove that I hated living like the way my parents did. I never invited any of my friends over, I was way too embarrassed about showing them the house. 

I walked into my room and smiled at the cleanliness. It didn't smell bad, and I could actually see the floor. It wasn't a complete nightmare, it was just a normal boys room. I threw my back pack on my bed and kicked off my shoes. I went to my closet and found clothes that I wouldn't die of heat in. Basketball shorts, and a T-shirt that I cut into a tank top. 

I jumped on my bed to start working on homework, well, I wasn't going to work on homework, only in my dreams I would do that early, I usually waited before I went to bed, at the time where I would be completely screwed if I didn't do it. I grabbed my phone out of my bag and checked for messages. Of course, I had one from Elijah. I didn't want to open it. I didn't want to think about him liking Emma. I didn't want to think about Emma liking him. I didn't want to think about them being a couple. I didn't want to think about a lot of things. 

The only thing that I did want to think about was how I was going to try to get Emma before Elijah did.