Falling For The Bad Boy

Chap.). 14

I was awoken by my phone going off. I look at my phone it was my mom. I wonder what this is going to be about. "Hello?" I said.

"Honey, Your father and I will not be home tonight. " my mother said.

"Wait why?" I asked

"Something came up. I'm sorry. How are you feeling?" She said.

"I'm feeling alright. I guess I'll see you whenever you guys guess to come home." I said. I'm getting mad at them they have a daughter and they don't even care two shits about me. I just got hurt and shit and they are not even home. And with that I hang up the phone. I go on Twitter and being me I tweet my feelings like always. And with that I tweet "So used to be alone." I quote with my own words. Then I go back to bed. Really don't have the time to deal with my parents right now. I miss them and they don't seem to miss me. It hurts, I wish I had parents that actually cared about me. I start to dream... To dream about Blake coming in my room. Opening up my door so quick and quite so I won't wake up but then I hear a noise downstairs so I jump up. I walk toy closet and grab a baseball bat. When I used to play baseball so now I just can't it in my closet because I'm always home alone and just in are this same reason is going on. I walk down the hall way and start to walk slowly down the stairs, trip toeing. I get down the stairs and the people is right by my sink with a window open. Then they look at my and I have my bat still in my hand. Then they start to speak " It's me Blake!" Blake yelled.

"What the fuck are you doing, you scared that shit out of me!" I yelled back.

"Sorry..." Blake said.

"Sorry for what? Scaring the shot out of me or hurting my fucking heart because I will really like to know Blake!" I yell.

"Both.." He said. He walks to me. " I really am. " Blake said. I just say quite. "She came kissing me." Blake said.

"Then you looked at me and YOU started to kiss her back!" I yelled.

"I really don't want to talk about this right now." Blake said.

"To bad. I'm leaving."Blake said.

"This is what I hate about you!" I yelled. Then he walks out of my room and then I hear the front door shut.. very loud. What the fuck is wrong with him. He is bipolar I swear. Well let's see how tomorrow goes. Let's hope well at least.