Alone. (Michael Sutthakorn)

Chapter Twenty-Six

(Jamie's POV)

My Dad called me down for dinner, I tried telling him I wasn't hungry. He didn't believe me, I am currently at the 'family' dinner table eating dinner. I only ate a little bit I didn't want much, I guess I didn't want to socialise with these complete and utter c-

"Where have you been then?" My Dad said taking a massive bite of the disgusting burger he made. I looked up from my plate, I looked into his eyes then looked back down at my plate not answering his question.

"Are you going to answer Dad's question?" Charlie said pulling my hair. I grabbed his hand and pulled it of me, he looked amused I on the other hand was not.

"Why did you bring me back to this shit hole, I don't want to be here I was happier where I was, I wasn't with you which made my life so much better!" I screamed in Charlie's face. His face turned from amused to angry, I didn't care. He can hurt me as much as he likes but I don't give a shit.

"Don't scream at me." He said getting closer to my face, I looked straight into his eyes not wanting to move. I don't want to look like the weak one out of the both of us. He grabbed my hair once again, I don't understand why men seem to think that it hurts that much, it really doesn't.

"Charles, get the fuck of me." I said. I'm getting worse with this swearing thing. He just looked at me, he hates it when we call him by his full name.

"My name is Charlie." He growled, my attention turned to my Dad who was just sitting there not saying a word.

"Dad!" I said as Charlie pulled harder on my hair, it was beginning to hurt. I have the worst family in the history of families.

My Dad got up out of his chair and put his plate in the sink. He completely ignored my cry for help and walked out.

He let go of my hair and stared at me again. "Why did you lie?" I said looking him in the face, he looked down at his plate in shame.

"Because I knew that I would get in more trouble then you." He snarled changing his mood completely. He wouldn't. I am in more trouble then he would ever be in.

"Okay." I said letting that one slide. "Why did you bring me back here??" I asked. I didn't want to ask but it was playing on my mind, I needed to ask.

"Because it's where you belong. Home." He said smirking, this was hardly a home. I was just going to be stuck in my bedroom for ages, I don't want to socialise with the scum I have to call my family.

"Where's mum?" I ask, the look on his face turned sour.

"We don't talk about her, now shut the fuck up and stop asking questions that you don't really give a fuck about you're trying to get into my head and make me confess that I did it." He shouted but whispered the last bit. I got up out of my seat and made my way upto my bedroom.

I sit on my bed hopeless, I have no idea what to do. I could ask to go out couldn't i? Try and escape that way...

Once again I trot down the stairs into the living room to find my Dad and Charlie drinking beer.

"Dad can I go out?" I asked. I saw his face I'm taking by the expression I'm not allowed.

"Of course you can't." He laughed, Charlie joined in with the laughing. I didn't find is amusing, not exactly funny was it.

"Why not?" I said trying to be as innocent as I could, I knew it wasn't working but I kept trying. I remember when my Dad was the only nice person in the house, it used to be my Mum that didn't really get along with me, I guess it's both now.

"You ran away, why would he let you out of the house you twat." Charlie joined in. My Dad turned his attention back to the television.

"Plus you're gonna meet Charlie's girl tonight." Dad said. I hate the way they refer to girls. He could of used her name not call her 'girl'.

"Really?" I said plopping down on the couch. "What's her name?" I asked trying to act interested. I really wasn't I want to try and make them get along with me, I want to be allowed out of the house and if it means being nice to them that is what I am going to have to do.

"Jesse." Charlie smirked.

Are you fucking joking.