Happier (mixed fiction)

Nine

Chapter 9

Skylar POV

Mom and dad came back up stairs. Dad was yelling at me because apparently I really hurt her.

"We are in their home and your acting like you run things. We have to be respectful to them." Dad yelled

"While I'm enjoying this yelling has it ever came to your minds that maybe I didn't do this." I said.

"I thought we were past this. Why would she do that again." Mom said

"I also thought we were past you guys believing me but I guess not. But hmm let me think why would she be doing this. When Camila and cHarles told her she was going to the private school she wasn't to happy and she admitted that she only acts out because she doesn't get enough time with her parents so if I put 2 and 2 together she's doing it because she thinks it's my fault that she has to go to the school in the first place." I said and dad did not look happy with my response.

"This is a 9 year old we are talking about. Maybe it's you who are the one that keeps acting out." He said yelling at me,

"Luke calm down." Mom said

"Wow so I'm acting out now. What would I gain for being acting out. Your going to ground me well lets see how that would go. You'll take away my phone well it's not like I have friends to communicate with anyways. Take away my social media oh right don't have any." I said

"You know I'm really getting tired of your slick mouth." He said

"I'm getting tired of being painted as the person that's constantly in the wrong." I said

"I am your father you will not speak to me like that." He said. My anger got the best of me.

"Your not even my dad!" I said and Mom was taken aback by my comment but it looks like I hit a nerve with Dad next thing I know he slapped me.

"LUKE!" Mom yelled at him and I just rain downstairs and out the front door. I had no idea where I was going but I did hear Camila and Charles calling out for me. I left the complex and had no idea were I was going. To many memories from old foster homes I've been in. All the years of abuse.

I found my way to a back alley it was late it was almost time for me to go bed and it was snowing in Vancouver. All I had where big fluffy pajama pants and sweatshirt with socks no shoes. At the end of the ally there was a shop like a small dinner. I was looking in the window and it looked like Clark was in there. I started heading there and as when I was about to cross the street I seen him smile at me motioning for me to come on. In that split second I was in the middle of the road Clarks face went pale and I felt a sharp pain on my side and I head people yelling and that was all I heard.