Past:
After minutes of awkward silence, I sat on the sofa and watched some TV, the events of the evening still fresh in my mind.
About an hour later I heard some clattering out in the hallway. I got up and went to go and see where the sound was coming from only to find my mom placing the ladder diagonally against the front door and the staircase creating a bridge.
"What are you doing?" I asked.
"I-I have a feeling..." She said
"What feeling?" She sighed and clicked her tongue at me, something she's always done when she's annoyed or pissed off.
"Just go to your room"
"But-"
"GO!"
Around 7pm
I was sitting with my sister on her bottom half of the bunk bed we shared watching barney to keep us occupied when we heard shouting coming from outside the front door. I recognised the voice straight away. It was my father. (A/N I'M CHANGING MY MOMS NAME FOR PERSONAL REASONS)
"CLARE! OPEN THE DOOR CLARE!"
Hearing her name my mom ran to our open bedroom window calling down to him. (A/N NOT CHANGING MY FATHERS NAME)
"No Patrick! Go home!"
"NO CLARE OPEN THE FUCKING DOOR" At the sound of this I did the most idiotic thing I've ever done in my life. I got up and went to go to open the door...
"Go home Pat your scaring the girls"
"We can work it out!" He whimpered, was he? Crying?...
"No Pat, it's over."
"FUCK!" and as I stood a metre Away from the door, that was the last thing I heard before there was a massive crash and glass flew towards me.
YOU ARE READING
My life.
SachbücherNo-one cares what I write. Or what I say. Or what I think. So I decided to write it down. Bit by bit. Day by day. So here it is, The shitty story of my life. And the worst part is, It's true...
