Chapter 23

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by JeeDevinexo

by JeeDevinexo

Vas Happenin' boys?

Soooooo.. I just noticed...

Everything from chapter 1 up to chapter 19 is very cliche. It's like the story is going no where. But the drama actually starts a chapter from this one. Expect more.. realistic dramas? xD I already planned everything out, and hopefully, it will work *-*

And I would like to apologize for not updating for a while. *0*

Warning: This is a boring chapter. I know I have already said this a few times but, I SWEAR, THE NEXT CHAPTER WILL BE BETTER.

Chapter 23, everybody.

- Jee.

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Nathan's P.O.V

I stood up when the door creaked open. It was Saffron. She's wet, like she swam into a pool. I looked at the window and noticed it rained. I came to a realization that she went home with no... umbrella?

" Oh look. It's the little slu- " Dad said but quickly cut off by mum

" DON'T. SAY. IT. " mum gritted her teeth.

" Okay fine. Whatever. OI Saffron, I want you to leave the house. I'll give you until tomorrow to pack. Get it? " Dad said, taking a step nearer to Saff.

She didn't replied, she just stood there staring into space.

" I SAID DO YOU GET IT, BITCH. " Dad shouted in her ear causing Saffron to stumble.

" Stop it, Paul. " mum softly whispered and hugged Saff.

" Go inside your room, clean up. " I heard mum muttered in Saffron's ear.

She nodded and did as she was told. Mum came back to where me and dad are.

" KICK HER OUT? REALLY? THAT'S WHAT YOU WANT?! You're a cold hearted.. fag! " she shouted at dad. Tears are threatening to fall in my eyes. What happened? What's going to happen to Saff? She's under legal age for God's sake!

Mum started punching dad's chest several times. " A cold hearted fag. That's what you are. "

" It's not my fault she fucked her bestfriend. " That's it. That's where I mark the line. I wanted to say something but I'm struck. Struck of everything that's happening.

I remember Saffron calling me at midnight to fetch her because prom's already finished. I even looked at her hair to make sure... she didn't... you know. Even though she won't let me, I continued asking her what happened to Harry. At first I thought his car broke. Or maybe he got into a fight. But what Saffron told me tells different. She said Harry had left her to warm up for the performance of his band. But throughout the program, she didn't saw him. So it isn't true that she had... you know... with Harry!

I wanted to do something but how is she going to learn to... take care of herself? I'm sure she can handle. She's a spoiled brat sometimes. And no, I won't do anything about it. I'm going to Paris tomorrow for a few weeks and I'm still thinking on bringing her with me. Hmm. But that would cost more expenses. Maybe she can just sleep around the corner. Or rent a flat somewhere.

Saffron's P.O.V

I hugged my pillow tighter as more tears spill from my eyes. My dad wants me to leave. Just because of that video. A stupid, pathetic, life-ruining video. But I guess that's life. People ruin you, not thinking that it would ruin your whole life. I am set to leave tomorrow. Where would I go? Do I have money? Maybe I have some left since I didn't eat lunch.

I got up from my bed and grabbed the dirty bag laying on the marble floor. I opened it and took my wallet out. Which is basically, wet. I opened my wallet and found 25 pounds. Good enough. I sigh and went to my closet. An old brown leather bag stuck out. It's dirty and old, but big enough that it can fit all of my clothes. I'll just get another bag for my accesories and other things. I should start packing now.

After an hour and a half of packing everything and crying, I zipped my bag close. Placing it on my bed. I checked the clock and it read 7:49 P.M. Are they having dinner now? I'm hungry but I'm quite sure they don't want to let me join. Guess I'll just stop by a cafe tomorrow. My clothes are now sticking to my body, and sure I am that I'm very sweaty. And frustrated. I decided to take a shower.

I opened the door to my bathroom and took off my clothes. I turned the shower on and stepped aside, waiting for the water to be warm enough. And after a while, it did. I washed everything out of my mind just for this moment and thought about all the happy moments I shared with my family and friends. I tried telling myself that it will still happen sometime in the future. Maybe I'll bump onto them. I tried forcing myself to believe that it was all just a dream.

But it isn't. If it isn't a dream, it's a nightmare.

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WAH.

Merry Christmas everyone :)