Badass Gone Mad?

4/not so comforting\4

❤Riley's POV❤

I didn't notice I fell asleep until I felt someone sit on my bed.

"Hey Riley. Your family is leaving now. Do you wanna go down stairs?" I looked up and saw Darren on my right side with his hand on my back. I didn't even feel that.

"Sure. Let me fix myself first." I said getting up. I didn't want everyone see me with red puffy eyes.

"Not to be rude, but everyone knows... And everyone was crying when Brandon and Taylor told them." Darry said. Now I felt better knowing everyone cared about my mom. I just nodded and walked down with him.

"Come here honey." My aunt Cherry said. My aunt Cherry was the only one I can go to for anything and not be judged. I walked over and hugged her tightly.

"Its okay, we're here for you. I know I'm gonna miss her too." I was silently crying on her shoulder for a few more minutes.

"We have to go Rilers, we're going to organize mom's funeral." I've never seen my aunt Cherry so sad. She was always a wild and free spirit. But right now, she was pale and her eyes were red and puffy like mine.

I just nodded, not wanting to say anything. To be honest I think this is all a sick and twisted dream that makes anyone sick to their stomach. But then again I know its all real.

30 minutes laterrrrr

*ring* *ring*

"Hello?" I answered my phone quietly.

"Hey Riley. I heard what happened. I'm so sorry." It was my dad. I never saved his number in my contacts because he never called me before.

"Thanks but I don't need your sympathy. This is just a new chapter in my life." I replied very monotoned.

"Riley, I know you're mad at me for-" I couldn't take him being sad for me. He never really cared about me, so why now?

"For what? Leaving me and Brandon, and then taking Taylor with you to move away with your god damn mistress? Or for leaving my mom when I was 6 years fucking old?!" I said with intentions to make him feel bad.

"Now Riley, I was young and I didn't know how to be a father." Now he's just making shit up.

"Is that why you raised two perfectly amazing sons? And took one when his first daughter was born? I know you never really cared about me, but dad, stop talking bullshit. Its not fair for me to hear your irrelevant lies." I said talking a little louder.

"Honey I'm sorry. Please forgive me. I never meant to hurt you or your mother." He sounded sad and stressed. Even better.

"Save it for someone who cares. What do you want anyways? You've never called me before, why start now?" I was getting a little impatient.

"You're 16 going on 17. Your brother is in college and Taylor lives with me. You're not eighteen yet so by law you have to live with me." He said like he was reading it off of a paper.

"No! That's not happening! I can move in with someone that goes to my school! I'm not going over there in your wasteland you call home." I screamed at him.

"I'm sorry Riley. That's too late, you and your brother are gonna come her on Monday. I'm gonna be there Monday to pick you guys up." He said that like a statement.

"Can I bring friends to move with me?" I only asked this cause I know he owns a fucking mansion.

"How many are we talking about?" He asked. I'm surprised he asked me this. I thought he would say no automatically.