The boy next door || a.i.

1.5

It's happening again. My parents fighting. Last week, I bought home this form for year 12 stuff. It was a draft, and the official form would be out on the parent website a few weeks later. But it wasn't, it was on the students website. I found it, and honestly, I didn't know that they were after this particular. I said that I had the form, and it went down hill from there. I'm not one of those people who speaks in black and white. There's always that grey spot in the middle somewhere. My dad is one of those people who always finds a way to use the words I or me in a scentence. He assumes everything's his way, and that he will always be right. Also, he talks vaguely, and if we don't get it; bad luck. Tonight, I was trying to explain that I had the form, but it was still a draft. And I showed him, and said this was the form, then I showed mum, and as I looked at it again, I realised it was still the draft copy, just an electronic version. I spoke up, then he started yelling.

Why didn't you tell me this? Why am I the one who didn't know this.

And we are all sick of it. Before he was also having a go at my mum saying that she doesn't yell at me enough when I slip up. The opinion of my mum, Marcus, and everyone else's is that he yells too much. And we are all sick of it. I mean I seriously don't understand why my mum doesn't just leave the asshole, and get it over with. She's always saying how she's sick of it, and she's tired of him always doing stupid little things like this to her. As for my dad, you would've thought that a child of six would be a little more caring, and be used to not getting all of the attention. No, everyone has to be perfect, and everyone has to go by his rules.

And to top it all off, Ashton isn't here. He was always great support -is great support- and the others too. Well, back to music it is.

I blasted 'Therapy' by All Time Low on my speakers. When my dad came barging through my door and into my room.

"Turn that the fuck down." He yelled.

"Oh Jesus" I mumbled, flopping off my bed to turn it down. "Is that all you want?"

"Beside you guys leaving? Yes" he muttered

"Bastard! Do you know how much mums done for you"

"Don't talk to me like that Emmalynn" he shouted, taking a swipe at me, knocking my eye, before leaving and slamming the door on his way.

I hate my life. I thought to myself. I hate it all. I wish it would go away. The minute I finish school, I will be out of here, out of London, or even better; England, and away from everything that is going on around here.

I climbed out my window, grabbed my bike, and rode down to the park. When I got there, I locked my bike, and shuffled towards the park bench. I wished Ashton was here. I pulled out my phone to text him.

'No. Later.' I would always say to myself, and yet here I was, sliding my phone back in my pocket. You have to talk to him Emma. I thought to myself. I can't do it, I miss him too much. He's back in a day anyway.

Sorry this is short, it was kind of a filler
Emily x