I remember when my parents first separated, I was 12. My parents went out for dinner, which they usually did once a week. But something about it was off; neither of them was exactly excited to be going out. Now, the thought of my parents getting a divorce never went into my head. It just wasn’t possible for that to happen. Sure my parents had disagreements, but they loved each other, and no matter how much you fight with someone, if you love them you stay, simple as that. But that’s not what happened between my parents.
My mom and dad came through the doors of the house earlier than expected. My mom’s face wasn’t readable, but my dad, he looked like he was fighting tears. This is a side of my dad I’ve never seen, I always knew my dad to be a strong man who never let things get to him. I followed my dad into their room and sat on the bed next to him; he had his head in his hands and let out a sob. And that was the first time I ever saw my dad cry.
My mom on the other hand, did not cry. She didn’t let out any kind of emotion, just kept going as if nothing happened. That’s when I realized I hated my mother. It was her fault that the marriage ended between them and she didn’t give a damn. I tried to say that I wanted to live with my dad, but my mom didn’t let that happen. I don’t know why though, she never liked me; I was just a bother to her. But of course she had a reason, my dad was in the army and he could up and leave at any moment. I cried my eyes out for weeks, because I didn’t get to see my dad. He left for Afghanistan the following week after my mom got custody.
I sighed and got off of my bed and went to the bathroom. I got a shower and got dressed; I walked out of my room and downstairs in the kitchen. My mom sat at the kitchen table with her arms crossed, on the table sat my two bottles of vodka. “Care to explain?” She asked looking up at me. I groaned and ran my fingers through my hair.
“Honestly mom, It’s nothing.” I said shrugging my shoulders.
“Nothing? This is nothing to you? Honestly, Taylor I don’t know what to do with you. Do you not remember what you did just a few weeks ago?” She asked standing up.
“How could I forget, you never let a second go by without shoving it in my face.” I said angrily.
“Taylor, you need help.” She said to me. I rolled my eyes.
“What like rehab? I’m not an alcoholic.” I said to her.
“Oh, really? Then why are you still drinking Taylor?” My mom asked, her voice rising. I groaned and walked away.
“I’m leaving.” I said going to the door.
“Run away from your problems Taylor, go ahead, it doesn’t make a difference.” My mom called.
“I guess I learned how from the best.” I said before walking out of the house and slamming the door behind me. I walked over to Louis’ house so we could go to the airport. I climbed up the steps to his porch and walked in. I walked to the living room to see five boys sitting in the living room; I stopped dead in my tracks and threw Louis a confused look. He shrugged and stood up. “They got here early.” He whispered in my ear and I nodded. “Guys this is Taylor, my girlfriend.” Louis said smiling. “Taylor this is Liam, Zayn, Niall, and Harry.” He said pointing to each of them. I smiled and waved.
“Hi.” I said shyly. Each of them got up and gave me a hug; I’m not usually a person who is open to hugging strangers. But they were Louis’ friends so, they had to be nice. We all sat down and started talking, soon enough Lottie ran down the steps.
“Lottie!” The boys yelled running over to her and giving her a hug. Lottie laughed and gave all of them a hug. Lottie sat down next to Harry and he put an arm around her.
