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XIX //Intervention

Migraines. They were all I were getting this past month. Drinking with Cole and Arthur was breaking my brain cells. I felt un-capable to do anything. Which is why I rolled out of bed and my body thumped onto my wooden floor. 

"Mother fucker," I mumble. I stood up slowly and held my right hand above my right eyebrow in pain. I pull myself out of my room to go get water and pain reliefs to stop my migraine from growing. My feet walked slowly and heavily down the stairs. 

I remembered everything Daniel had said the other night. Every detail and it killed me inside that I felt such things even after he broke my heart. The TV was playing music off of MTV and my dad and step-mom were cleaning the house. It was a sunny day for once. 

"I see you drunk alcohol again last night," My dad mumbles as he places the dishes away. I sit down on a kitchen chair and stare at him. "I am disappointed in your behaviour lately Noah."

"Hmm," I mumbled. He rolls his eyes and slams the dishwasher shut. Which makes my head ring even more. 

"Noah are you listening to me?!" His voice began to raise which I knew meant I was about to get yelled at. "I am not kidding Noah. If you don't sort your attitude and won't stop being irresponsible and a bad role model then your out of my house. And I mean it, this is not my daughter. You haven't posted on youtube for over a month. You sit in your room listening to emo music and crying about Daniel and Kelsey and at night you take drugs and drink with two of the worse role models ever. It is a stupid childish game you are playing Noah, sort it out or you will be gone." There was the yelling. The whole why don't you grow up speech and the threatening of getting your act together or you are out of the house. I feel like every parent does this speech. It is like t is a script and they change the scripted names to their kids and they printed the script from stupid parenting website. 

"I lost my best friends dad. Is it so hard for you guys to understand that?" And there I go doing the worse thing a kid can do when arguing with their parents, talking back. It is like kids can't ever get a say. We try to fight are corner then get shot down by the common phrase, 'Don't you talk back to me.' 

"Don't talk back to me young lady, "There it was. The most used parent line in the history of parenthood. I am sure I will use it when I head down that line but do they not understand how annoying it is as a kid. They were as annoyed as me once. 

"Let me talk to her, Chris," My step-mom announces. I roll my eyes and scoff as she sits on the stool beside me. With her tea towel resting in her perfectly manicured hands. "Noah, look I know it is hard losing your boyfriend and best friend to such tragic heartbreaking ways. But you have to realise us as parents need you-"

"Sorry to interrupt but did you just say, parents... I don't see you raising me for the nineteen years of living. I am sorry if this sounds bad but I have raised myself fine without a mother," I snap back. Which I knew made the situation worse but I had to get what I thought out even if it pissed my dad off. 

"That is it, get out of my house. Now," My dad says. I couldn't help but believe what he was saying was a lie. He couldn't be kicking his daughter out right?? He was going to get over it. My state and attitude. Right? I didn't know whether it was all going down from here. So I did what any teenager would do. I stormed off. Out the front door still wearing my sweatpants and blue cropped singlet. I think I wanted the door to open behind me and for my father to yell 'Come back.' But as I made it passed my driveway I knew what I wanted was off the table.

"Noah!" Someone yells. I turn around with a soft smile resting on my face. It dropped down as I saw my brothers standing by the door. Norman came down the three steps on his crutches and towards me.