The 1975

Chapter Sixty-Four || We started losing light

Date: November 1st

Location: Metropolis - Montreal, Canada

When my father first cheated on my mother I didn't find out till my thirteenth birthday. My teacher at the time, who was invited to my party by my mom, told my mom after we cut the cake that her and my dad were regularly hooking up at the Waldorf in New York City. While my mom sat and cried in her room for the rest of the night I cursed my teacher out then kicked her out. I also kicked my dad out. After that I changed schools and two weeks after that my dad moved back in.

The second time my dad cheated on my mom I was sixteen and I was the one who found out, not my mom. I had to go to my dads office to get his signature for something since my mom was out of time and when I got there I found his assistant in a very compromising permission. My dad tried to bribe me to stay quiet about it but once my mom came back I told her. Four weeks later he moved back in.

I never understand why my mom kept taking my dad back. At first I thought it was love but no love in the world could make me stay with a man who couldn't keep it in his pants. A few years ago it became clear that she only stayed with him because of appearances, if they divorced the neighbors would talk, our families would talk and she would be the biggest joke in town since everybody would know her shitty husband couldn't keep it in his pants.

Finally, after all these years, my parents were splitting up. That's why Matty sent me to New York, because my mom told him my family was finally falling apart. I knew it was because he cheated again, I knew this because when I arrived he had already moved out and he didn't try talking to me once while I was out there. I thought I would be relieved to see that they were finally over but it was actually really hard to go through these last two weeks.

I didn't expect it to be this hard but watching my mom cry and argue with my dads lawyers over material things was painful to watch. Just like me my mom wanted this terrible fight to end but my dad was making it hard, when they got married they didn't sign a prenup and now that they were divorcing and he was much more wealthy than he was when he was twenty he's scared she'll take him for all of it. I would if it was me but my mom isn't me, she just wants to move on with her life not retaliate for all the shit she's been through.

Anyways that's basically why my boyfriend "sent" me to New York. But now I was back, a few day early, but I was back and I was so happy to be back. Going through a tough time and not having Matty or George there is probably the hardest thing to do, I tried calling but they're always busy so I just had to vent to Isis and although that's not a bad thing I just wanted my best friend and boyfriend here to tell me that my world wasn't falling apart, that they were still the only good things in my life.

Enough of my sappy bullshit! We were finally on the American leg of the tour so you know what that means! New bands and tour busses, now I'm not too happy about the busses because I get claustrophobic easily and the boys are gross but I am very happy about the new bands because that means new friends and I love new friends. I didn't know anything about Young Rising Sons and Cruisr so meeting them would defiantly be a first. I pray their music is good since I will be listening to the same songs every fucking night.

"Abigail" A cute lil Asian with gages and glasses said as I stepped off the elevator. Today the guys were staying at a hotel since the busses wouldn't be ready till tonight. It was more than fine with me.

"Hello, do I know you?" I asked.

"I'm Julian" he smiled. "Im with Young Rising Sons"

"Oh!" I gasped then hugged him. "Hello!"

He chuckled. "Hey"

"Im sorry, it's so nice to meet you" I smiled.

"You as well" he laughed. "If you're looking for your boyfriend he's sleeping...I think"