broken home a.i.

prologue

i heard screaming and hollering from outside my door. if i didn't know any better id say they were right outside my door.

my parents fight 24/7. mainly about me. my mom really hates having me in this house from what I've heard. my dad couldn't care less. they're fights are mostly my moms nagging.

i got up and walked over to my balcony hoping to drown out all of my moms negativity. i looked down to the ground it wasnt much of a drop i was on the second floor of our huge house. it was about 11 or 12 at night so i could see the stars.

my dad is a very well paid lawyer. my mom does nothing, but that doesn't mean she's home. she's usually out spending my dads money, or drinking with her stupid prissy friends.

i could hear music coming from the neighbors house. it was pretty normal to hear it, but it seemed louder like a window was open.

ignoring the music I started to climb down my balcony. i crossed our unnecessarily large backyard and climbed the green house to get over the wall surrounding the house. mainly to ward off burglars, but if i could get over it so could a 250 pound man with the means to kill.

it wasnt the first ive snuck out. i started to loose count after about 30. i don't sneak out to do drugs in an alley, or party. although this neighborhood has seen its fair share of parties.

i like to walk past the parties that the rich white boys throw when their parents are out of town on business. seeing the girls stumble and try to help each other puke in the bushes, or listen to the boys sing Frank Sinatra on their decks that wraped around their humongous houses at the top of their lungs. granted they're not always on key, but who could blame them when they're so messed up.

when i sneak out i just sorta walk. no destination no special "get away" just me walking. sometimes I walk so far my feet hurt the next day, but its a good kinda hurt I guess. the kind where you don't really regret it because of the way you got it.

i felt a tap on my shoulder that interrupted my train of thought. i turned around to find a tall boy with curly hair.

"hi um don't hit me or anything I'm just your neighbor." he spoke with a thick accent.

"did you follow me?" I asked a bit harsher than expected

"I um well y-yeah I sort of well I heard the yelling and I saw you um ya know.." he trailed off looking a bit more nervous now.

"you heard that, huh?" I asked not as surprised as I should be. hey, when they're shouting at each other like they're on two different sides of the world there's no one to blame.

"well my window was open and so was yours." he said.

"you shouldn't really listen. you don't need to hear all your neighbors problems." I lightly laughed and he just looked at me.

"I want to" he said before looking down. his face looked like he didn't mean to say that but it was too late.

"im not big on sob stories, or sharing for that matter."

"right, right! no you don't really have to. I mean it was dumb to say."

"don't sweat it."

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i listen to a lot of basement edits and this is the result.