“This is it,” My mother beamed as the car pulled to a halt. My eyes blinked and I heaved a sigh. The Cole’s stared in awe as they climbed out of the vehicle, and I was out last with much less enthusiasm.
The breeze was magnificent. It wasn’t too hot and the sun was out, shining as bright as it could. Instead of enjoying the weather and location, as I should, I left them behind to claim my room and plant myself there.
The house was cleaned to perfection, not a bit of dust in sight. My bed was made, with intricately beaded pillows placed perfectly atop the duvet. I threw them out of sight. In no time flat, I had myself snuggled into the bed with my laptop open. What a great way to spend this vacation.
It wasn’t but ten minutes later that my mother barged into the room, without knocking, with a disapproving glare. She opened her mouth to speak, yet closed it again. This meant I was in deep shit.
“Indiana, don’t you dare think you can sit up here in your room,” She practically hissed. You could almost see the venom dripping from her teeth. I chuckled humorlessly.
“Too late,” I replied. My eyes turned back to my laptop, right as she stamped her foot. What was she, a bull?
“You’ve been embarrassing all day,” She spat. My eyes trailed up to her slowly, and I opened my mouth in disbelief. Did she really only care about the fact that I’ve embarrassed her?
“Wow, I’m so sorry mother, how could I embarrass you?” I sarcastically shot back. “Let me just ignore my broken heart to go spend time with the bastard who caused it!”
“You watch your language, young lady!” Her voice began to rise.
“Why do you think you can boss me around?” I snorted. My voice remained at the same volume. “You may be my mother, but you really don’t have the right to act like it,”
“What is that supposed to mean?” She retorted. Her eyebrows were creased together in anger, frustration even.
“Oh, why don’t I just tell you in a few months,” I laughed, humorlessly. “You know, the next time I’ll see you?”
“Hey, what’s going on in here?” My father decided this would be the perfect time to enter the room, with his hushed voice.
“Why don’t you ask her?” I said, pointing a finger towards my mother.
My parents whispered among themselves as I aimlessly scrolled through the page on my computer. I couldn’t care less about what they were talking about.
It was then that I came across something about Gabrielle, a post dedicated to her. My eyes scanned through the paragraph, my chest feeling tighter with every word I read. As soon as my eyes moved on to view the photo, a picture from the eighth grade with all of our class, I knew what was happening.
“Please, just leave,” I breathed out, moments away from hyperventilating. Both of their heads snapped to me. “I’ll be down in twenty minutes, I need a shower,” It wasn’t exactly a lie, but there was no way they could be in here for a panic attack. They reluctantly scurried out of my room, but I paid no mind. I was too busy clutching my chest and attempting deep breaths.
I was never any good at catching my breath during a panic attack. The room began to spin, while tears pooled in my eyelids. Sounds emitted from my mouth, more as strangled sobs. I could sense that I was going to faint. My eyesight began to get dark around the edges, slowly growing in.
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Like A Bad Boy
Teen Fiction//and, yeah, maybe he's bad, but when he smiles, i only see the good in him//
