Josh's POV
We walked in together and I saw everything! A chandelier, a long wooden stair case, expensive paintings, and everything else it was just as good as the out side of it.
"Thank God my parents aren't here." she sighed with relief.
"Why?"
"Because they just give me a headache."
"Do they know about this. Like you leaving?" I questioned.
"I guess. They called them, but they're never home to see me anyway." she said with a flat and held back voice.
"And even if they were, they're always talking on the phone. Or when they're both here they nag me for doing stuff and when they get drunk off whiskey and expensive champagne they talk shit to my face then if they get mad they beat me."
That's why shes like this? I can't believe it! Her parents seem like ass holes. They don't even care. They don't care to see her, talk to her, or even be in the same room as her.
Well this jut means I HAVE to be there for her.
I don't care if her parents don't approve of me or even if my parents don't approve of her I care too much for her..
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AUTHOR's NOTE:
Well sorry about not updating again. And since summer is about to start I might update more but I'm going to have 2 jobs and I have to study for my permit. So I can't promise anything. But I will do what I can
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