The Average Love Story

Chapter 8

Driving home I ate two of the cookies, they were so good I couldn't help myself.

I ran inside and grabbed two plates, forks, and glasses of water. The clock said six oh one. Jay is late. I got my food ready and sat down and waited for a few more minutes. Finally I got so antsy that I snatched my phone to call Jay.

"What?" He said after three rings. He sounded annoyed and booming music was in the background.

"It's past six!" I stressed, "I told you to be home for dinner."

"Oh. I forgot." Jay said slowly.

"Well now you know," I told him. "So come home." I heard him sigh loudly, I rolled my eyes.

"What if I come home in an hour?" Jay tried to argue.

"No your food will get cold!" I said. My stomach growled and I remembered how starving I was.

"We are studying for a test," he lied.

"Whatever," I laughed, deciding that I didn't really care if he ate. "Be home at seven."

"Thanks bye!" He hung up. I closed my phone and stuffed some food in my mouth.

After I finished my food I went into the living room and plumped into the couch. I turned the tv on and switched to my favorite show The Vampire Diaries.

It was a rerun but I didn't care at all. I am a total team Delana, but lately I've been rooting for Klaroline.

Suddenly there was a loud bang at the front door. I sighed and slowly got up. Before I could make it to the door it was flung open.

"HELLO BEAUTIFUL!" Emma screamed. Her curly blonde hair was wind blown, her nose was bright red, and her crazy blue eyes looked wild.

"Hey! You look freezing," I commented.

"I am! Mmm something smells good," she took off her shoes and ran into the kitchen. I laughed and followed her.

"Are you hungry? There are lots of left overs." I told her feeling happy to have someone eat it.

"Yes I am starving! And yes I will eat it!" She hollered and grabbed herself a plate.

"So why aren't you at your house?" I asked as I grabbed her a fork.

"The beast is there," Emma shuttered. The beast is her drunk good for nothing father.

"Why is he there?" I asked. Her parents are divorced and Em hasn't seen her dad for eight months.

"It's Callie's birthday, and he came to bring her a present." She said with disgust.

"Oh yeah! I completely forgot! Tell Callie I said happy birthday," Callie is Emma's thirteen year old sister.

"Sure," Emma muttered shoving more food into her mouth. "This is so good!" She exclaimed with crumbs flying all over the place.

"Thanks," I laughed. "I made it for my mom and Jay but-"

"But they stood you up? Yeah sounds about right. Sorry bud," Emma frowned.

"Since it is Callie's birthday don't you think you should be there with her so she doesn't have to handle your dad by herself?" I contemplated. I don't get why Emma doesn't want to see her dad though. She usually loves it when he comes, drunk or not.

"Eh, she can handle herself, besides she has my mom and little Johnny. And I think that Steve is there." She mumbled.

"Oh I get it now, you don't want to be home because Steve is there." Steve is her soon to be step father.

"Ugh Steve," she spat. "With his stupid hair and his ugly face." She ranted. "And his obnoxious voice and his annoying comments and observations. I hate him!" Her face was starting to turn red.

"I'm sorry," I told her, giving her a hug.

"I wish he would go die in a hole!" She said with a teasing voice. "But then my love struck mom will fall right in with him."

"Really?" I asked. "You think she like him that much?"

"I think she likes him enough that if he asked her to pull her hair out one by one then she would do it. It disgusts me." She shivered.

"How about we change the subject," I suggested. "I went to Liam's house today." I through it out hoping she wouldn't mind.

"Speaking of people that I hate. Why did you go there?' She asked.

"To help him with Chemistry," I told her, starting to wonder why I even brought it up.

"You should just let him fail," she laughed darkly. "Did he say anything about me?" She almost whispered.

I sighed, "He just asked how you were doing." I wish that they will both just get over this.

"What did you say back?" She demanded

"I told him you fell in a hole and died!"

She grimaced, "Why did you tell him that?"

I was lying in my bed with a pillow over my eyes. I was on my back, my eyes were squeezed shut. After a few minutes I moved onto my right side, I felt extremely uncomfortable so I switched to the left. I looked at the clock, ten after twelve in the morning. I sighed and moved onto my back. Finally I fell into a deep sleep, having the same nightmare that I have every night.

I dreamt that I was in a dark room. My eyes were adjusted enough to see the rocking chair in the corner. There was a small twin sized bed with a bright pink bed spread. I was huddled in a ball in the corner. My ears were cover with my hands, but I could still hear the yelling. His terrible haunting voice yelling. His terrible drunk voice. I smashed my eyes together and began to rock back and fourth.

My moms screams echoed in my ears. My heart pounded and my lip quivered. I rocked faster. Suddenly there was a banging at my door. I flinched and started to hum a song to myself. My father screamed my name and told me to let him in. He crashed my door down.

My eyes burst open and I found myself face to face with him. He raised his hand and brought it down to my cheek. As soon as his hand hit I jumped awake.

I stifled a scream as beads of sweat rolled down my forehead. I covered my face with my hands a cried until I fell back asleep.