The Broken Beat |One Direction|HS|

Chapter 4

I spend the rest of the day in the manner I had before the boys came. Occasionally I would text Erin to see how everything was. She never replied.

My mind’s swirling, so many things to do! Although, first on the list is to get Linda to agree. I don’t think it’ll be a hard feat to complete, but you never know with Linda. She may actually act like she cares, but I know she doesn’t.

I’ve made it a mission to learn how to read people, and I’ve gotten fairly good at it.

The sun’s gone down by now and I’m waiting patiently for Linda to come home. Waiting for the one person that can decide my fate.

This could go either way. She could be so happy that she can get rid of me a couple of months earlier or she could destroy my only chance at changing my life. I’m leaning more towards the latter.

I hear a car door opening and closing. Strange. I could have sworn she took her car today. All the lights were off in the house and the only source of lighting was the hot white light of the TV. I don’t make a move to get off the couch.

I hear stumbling noises and then the lights turn on. The sudden glare made me flinch. My eyes were still adjusting when I heard her speak.

“Oh. You’re still up.” Bitterness was laced in her voice.

Was she drunk? She hardly ever drank alcohol.

“Linda, are you drunk?” I ask, shock evident in my voice.

“What? You can screw up my life but I can’t screw up my own? What a load of bullshit.” She sneers at me.

I shake off all her words, even if they did hurt, which they did.

“Linda, I have something to ask you.” I say calmly.

“What do you want now? Money? A car? You’d actually need a life to want those things, and you don’t have a life, do you?” she laughs menacingly.

“I’m going to leave, get out of your life, and all I need you to do is sign these papers. Alright?” I say trying to hold back my anger.

“Are you going to go and screw up your life even more?” she says as she glares at me.

“Linda, Please ju-“she cuts me off.

“You know, everything’s your fault, right? You ruined everything. If it wasn’t for you, they would still be here. If it wasn’t for your stupid whining about wanting this and wanting that, Dad wouldn’t have borrowed all that money and Mom wouldn’t have been his guarantee. If it wasn’t for you they would still be taking care of you, you pathetic, spoiled, little brat. I wouldn't have to put up with you and have you work my damn ass off just to put us both through school. And I wouldn’t have to be constantly afraid of those loan sharks coming and ripping me open, taking all of my money. I loathe you. I abhor you face. I despise your very existence. I’m ashamed to be related to you. The very fact that we have the same blood coursing through our veins gets me so mad. I can’t even fathom how we’ve even lived with each other for so long. I hate you.” She finishes, staring me dead straight in the eyes.

I can feel my tears welling up, but I try my best to remain unaffected, I keep my face blank, although, on the inside, I could feel my heart breaking and shattering even more than it already was. She finally said it, she hated me. Her being drunk justifies everything she said even more. You know what they say’ a drunken person’s words and a sober person’s thoughts. She didn’t have to tell me she hates me, I already knew it, and it hurt. It was burning like paper in a fire in the back of my brain.

“Just sign the damn papers.” I tell her through clenched teeth as I hand her the papers I had printed out earlier today.

“Fine go away. I don’t care what you do. I don’t care about you.”She mumbles as she signs the papers.

After she’s done, she shoves the papers back in my direction, letting them fall to the ground. As I bend to pick them up, I hear her clumsily shuffle towards her room. I know she’ll remember this in the morning, and I know she won’t regret it. But I don’t care. I don’t care about her. The only connection we have is blood, and that doesn’t mean anything. She’s a stranger to me now.

I look down at the papers she’s just signed, happiness finding its way into my body. I’m really going on tour with One Direction.