Perri and Him-the fifth book to series 'Perri and Me' about Perri Kiely

'A New Home' Perri Imagine for Holly

"Mum!" I shout, hastily. "Mum, what do you think you're doing?"

My Mum has offcially lost it. She's standing in the middle of my room, tearing everything off the walls, taking all my stuff out.

"Mum!" I shout now, nearly in tears. "What are you doing?"

Mum stops what she's doing and looks at me. Her pale blond hair is just like mine, bouncing off her shoulders.

"Why...why are you taking out all my stuff?" I mumble.

"Because..." She replies, in a calm voice. "You're leaving."

"I'm leaving?" I gasp, taking a step back.

"I'm sending you out..." Mum says, working through my drawers now.

"I can't believe you're kicking me out of my own home!" I shout, in tears now.

Mum sighs.

"It's my house, Holly..." She says. "I can't stand your behaviour. It's getting out of hand."

"But-"

"No, Holly! Staying out late, getting drunk? Do you think I want that kind of person around? Around the new baby?"

"Mum, I'll change, I swear. Just give me one more chance. It's not my fault you're pregnant and Dad left-"

"Holly!" Mum snaps. "Enough. You're leaving. Pack the rest of your stuff. I want you out by tonight."

She shoves some more of my clothes into a suitcase.

"But, but where do you expect me to go?" I exclaim.

"Do what you want..." Mum mutters. "That's all you've been doing for the past year."

And without another word, Mum leaves my room and slams the door behind her.

I scream, throwing something heavy at the door.

Then, in complete rage, I begin to pack my stuff.

I don't care about Mum.

I don't care about the stupid baby.

I'm eighteen, I don't need her. I can take care of myself just fine.

I finish shoving the rest of my stuff into a suitcase, hauling it up after me. I grab my coat which is hanging on my door. Then my night bag.

I haul my suitcase down the stairs, where Mum is standing in the living room.

"You ready?" She asks, eyeing me up and down.

"Why do you even care?" I snap, before sauntering out of the front door and slamming the door.

I head down the path, the wheels of my suitcase at my heels.

I don't know where I'm going, and it's cold.

It's already dark outside.

Who could I call? None of my friends would let me stay at theirs.

Am I supposed to sleep on the streets?

Angrily, I keep walking. Beneath my coat, I'm just wearing a crop top and some shorts. My sneakers are very uncomfortable.

I keep walking until I stop at a nearby park. It's empty, and no one's in there. Should I go in?

My eyes scan the area for some police.

None.

I quietly drag my things into the park, possibly finding the darkest corner. It's a tree. This should shelter me if it rains.