When he came

Breaking one

WHEN I WAKE UP the next morning to my phone beeping repeatedly. I roll over groaning and look at my phone. It's not my alarm,  it's the weekend. 

"Hey"

"Wake up!"

"Hey?"

"Hello?" 

Why does Noah all of a sudden care about what's going on? I hate being woken up by people but he wouldn't know that. 

"I'm awake, what do you need?" I text back to the hundredth text. 

"Come to Liam's tonight, we're having a party." He texted.

UGH. "You woke me up to tell me that?" I ask.

"Well..." 

"Never mind!" I turn off my phone and climb out of bed. 

After getting ready I head down stairs where all the dishes are being banged around. 

"Mom!" I scream. 

She sets the dish down, "What!" She yells back.

"What are you doing?" I ask. 

"Cleaning dishes, but you can finish." She says putting a plate in my hand. 

"I'm not a slave." I say, "I'll do them later." 

She slaps my face hard, "Do them now!" 

"No!" I scream, "Just because you hurt me doesn't mean I'll listen." 

She sighs and looks at the floor, "You leave me no choice." 

I stare at her with confusion, "What?" I ask quietly.

"I want you out of here by tomorrow, if not you'll be in foster care." She says sternly. 

Is she serious?, I feel like I'm going to cry. Then I think of being away from this crazy woman. I've been waiting to leave her when I'm eighteen. Where do I go now? I most certainly am not going to foster care. I pull up my phone while I walk back up stairs. 

"Hey, you guys having a party?" I ask. 

"Yeah, Noah is making me." Liam texts. 

"Could you pick me up?" I ask. I want to take my mind off of this. 

"Sure, be there in five." He says. 

I sit on my fluffy bed taking in every corner of my room. I take out a few boxes and shove all of my clothes from my closet in them. I rip up all of my colored clothes only leaving me with black, which is when I realize I don't have much. I fold up my bedding into a stack and place it in a garbage bag. I'll leave all of the breakable shit for tomorrow, I'll be too drunk tonight. I look at all my packed up things and wait. It sure is taking WAY over five minutes.

A few minutes later I here a car pull into the drive way. I get up and stomp down the stairs, I don't want him to see my room. He knocks on the door right before I open it, He smiles confusingly. 

"Hey." I say quietly. 

"Come on, sorry I took an hour." He says turning. 

I follow him to the car and get into the passenger seat. He looks over at me before starting the car. 

"Something wrong?" He asks.

"No." I lie. 

"Well, what ever it is, you can tell me." He says. 

I laugh a little, "The bad boy has feelings." I say. 

"Surprising?" He asks.

"No, not for you." I say.