If This Was a Movie

Moving back to Europe

Haley's P.O.V.

I jumped from flawless guy's arms. He looked at me.

"Are you ok?" He asked.

"Um, yeah. I woke up in this guy that I want to marry's arms and I feel like an idiot. I'm great" I blushed.

"Wait what?"

"Shut up" 

"Marry me? Ok..."

I glared at him. I walked home, leaving him to get over himself. I knew him 4 minutes, 32 seconds and I blow it! I hate myself. 

As I stepped in the door, I was greeted with a hit of depression.I looked at my mum and then my dad.

"No...Please no.." I sighed, dazed.

"Sorry, honey" Mum winced "You have to go to your aunt's house for a few months"

I jerked back and ran to my room. Black tears streamed down my cheeks. I wiped them with the back of my hand. 

"It's ok Haley, Aunt Kara lives like 10 minutes away..But why the hell would they do this?.." I whispered "MY STUPID STEP DAD!"

I bolted down the stairs to see my mum crying and my dad growling. I slipped behind the door frame and listened.

"Honey, please look at me. She's a whore, and you know it. She'll change again. She'll sleep around again, like she did when you went away for a couple of months last year. We have to let her get on with it" the bastard pleaded.

SLEEP AROUND?  I did not! I didn't even date for like 3 months when mum had left! Grrr...one more strike and I'm there. Plus, he called me a whore. One strike left..

"Ok, you're right, you're right" mum murmured.

"She can't handle us or her little sister. She gets drunk alot and stumbles in from parties, she has to go. She's out of control with us!"

I kicked the door open.

"You, you little bastard, you have no flaming right to call me a whore. You, of all people, use the word you don't the definition means! YOU can't handle me or mum or my little sister! YOU SIR NEED A SWIFT KICK IN THE-"

I kicked him in his nuts, pushed him over and glared at mum. She began crying as I ran upstairs. I threw my clothes into a pink suitcase, gear I needed like my phone, hoodies, shoes, stuff of that in an orange suitcase and a blue suitcase was stocked with other shit. I ran down th stairs, threw my cases to the side, ran upstairs, grabbed my keys and shut my door. The room was bare and useless. I peeked into my sleeping angel of a sister's room. She was only 5, she'd know nothing. So with that, I pecked her one the forehead, and ran downstairs, racing out of the door with the cases. My mum stepped at the door and my step dad soon followed.

"We love you" he murmured.

I stuck the middle finger up at him.

"Love you Mum" I smirked.

I glared at the bastard at her side. He waved, actually looking slightly sad. I scoffed in utter disgust. If mum didn't leave him, soon enough, I'd be in Aunt Kara's permanently. 

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Not really long but the next chapter should be better :) I had pressure -.- from someone -_-