Which One | D.T

thirty six - not okay

Sophie

Me and Ethan went to the beach for a while and just enjoyed each other's company. We were driving home right now.

I still haven't spoken to either of my parents. Ethan pulled up in my driveway and I unbuckled my seatbelt. "Now if you have any problems and I mean anything. Call me okay?" He said in a serious tone.

"I promise" I said pecking his lips. I got out of the car and he waved me off. He pulled out of the driveway and I turned around and began walking into my house.

My hand pushed against the heavy door, letting it shut quickly but quietly in hope of sneaking into my own house.

Being anxious, I bit on my bottom lip. I paused waiting to hear any voices. The whole house was silent.

Slowly, I walked further into the house. My hand grabbed onto the banister of the stairs and I quickly made my way up the long staircase.

"Get your ass down here right now Sophie!" My dads deep voice echoed throughout the whole house. Brandon appeared at the top of the stairs and he gave me a nervous smile.

"We're waiting!" My mom yelled from the living room causing a a deep pit to dark into my stomach.

My eyes shut as I held my breath, then exhaled. "Fuck" I mumbled. I opened my eyes and I looked up at Brandon. "I'll go with you" he mouthed as he made his way down to me.

I dragged my feet back down the stairs, along with Brandon behind me. I was dreading this talk.

I strolled down the down to the room they were in and my heart rate began to pick up, seeing both my parents sitting down on the couch.

I sat down on the couch that was opposite and didn't once break eye contact with my mother. They think I'm scared of them?

"What?" I asked them like I didn't know what they were gonna say.

"What? Are you serious Sophie" my dad said and I slightly scoffed.

"You called me in here, so just come out and say it" I rolled my eyes and Brandon looked at me, signalling for me to calm down.

I nodded at him and looked back at my parents. "Where did you go last night?" My dad asked me. "Ethan's" I replied dryly.

"Ethan's?" He asked and I nodded. "Why did you run off like that?" He asked me, pretending he was genuinely confused.

"Why don't you ask your wife" I said glancing at my mom for a brief second before looking back at my dad. She scoffed and rolled her eyes.

"What are you talking about?" She said to me. "What am I talking about? Really, you're gonna play that game" I crossed my arms over my chest.

"Yes I am. I didn't do anything wrong. You are the one who ran away from dinner with Ethan" she snapped.

"Because you practically said how shitty of a daughter I am. You compared me to Brandon as usual and then you went and compared me to Ethan. And I'm fucking sick of it" I said standing up.

I walked out of the room and ran up to my room. I slammed my bedroom door and through myself down on my bed. I'm not even sad anymore I'm just angry.

The door opened and I looked over to see who it was. Brandon gave me an apologetic look and walked in further into my room. He said down next to me.

I heard him sigh deeply. "Soph-" he started but I cut him off. "Its not your fault" I said.

"I'm going back to college in a couple of weeks. I don't know what I'm gonna do about you" He said running his fingers through his hair.

"You don't have to anything. Mom and dad will probably be gone by then" I said.

"Just don't listen to them Soph. Okay. You're perfect just the way you are" he said and I smiled. "Thanks Bran. Don't go all soft on me though" I punched his shoulder.

He grinned at me before grabbing me and tackling me to the ground ending with him holding me down. "Fuck off Brandon" I said pushing him off me, whilst laughing.

"What? You said-"

"I didn't mean to tackle me" I pushed him away. He smiled at me and helped me up. I pushed him onto the bed and he rolled his eyes.

"I gotta go. Are you sure you're gonna be okay?" He asked me with a serious tone. "I'll be fine" I promised him.

"Okay. I'll see you tomorrow. Love you" he kissed my forehead. "Love you too" I called out and he shut the door behind him.

I sighed and sat back down on my bed. I grabbed my laptop and turned it on. I heard something hit my window and immediately sat up. What the hell was that? A bird or something?

I decided to ignore sat back down. I opened Netflix and scrolled tv shows to watch. As I was about to click Riverdale I heard it again.  

I got up off my bed. What if it's someone trying to break in? Well I have nothing to protect myself with.

I walked over to the window and heard the noise again. It seems like something is hitting my window. I looked out the window and didn't see anything. What the fuck?

I made the stupid decision to actually open the window and stick my head out. Someone could chop my head off! I was about to stick my head back in but I heard someone call my name. I looked to my right and saw Ethan!

"What the fuck Ethan you scared the shit out of me" I yelled at him. He chuckled and climbed the pipe beside my window.

"Wow how did you even get up here?" I asked him. "And not to be rude, but why are you here?" I laughed.

He smiled at me and got in, shutting the window behind him. "Brandon texted me" he said and I rolled my eyes. Typical. "Honestly Ethan, I'm fine" I said sitting down on my bed.

He sat down next to me. "You know Sophie" he began, grabbing my hand and intertwining our fingers together. "Sometimes it's okay to admit that you're not okay" he said and I nodded.

"I guess that I've just gotten so used to it, that I just don't notice it anymore. It's a reality for me" I said.

"I'm here for you. Forever and always"