ғᴇᴇʟ ʙᴇᴛᴛᴇʀ {ʙᴇɴ ᴅʀᴏᴡɴᴇᴅ x ʀᴇᴀᴅᴇʀ} !!DISCONTINUED!!

chpt.8

April 23,2016
   "{Y/N}, we're so disappointed in you." I held back a groan. That sentence played seemed to play on repeat in my mind every damn day. "We put a lot of trust in you, {Y/N}." My mom spoke up, crossing her arms over her chest while solemnly shaking her head. I didn't let my glare drop, shifting between the two of them. All I could do was keep quiet and bite my lip to avoid prolonging this interaction.

     "This is the fourth time your school has called us. The fourth time!" He held out the number four on his fingers, shaking his hand at me to further stress his point. "And for something so petty? You're 15, start acting like it." I once again had to fight back my tounge and refrain from saying something I'll surely regret. My expression never faltered. My Dad was the first one to break eye contact, walking away from us and leaving me to the mercy of my mom.

     "This is getting ridiculous, You are the daughter of two smart, successful people, but you're behaving like this? What happened to our little girl? You used to be so much better." Silence fell over the room, I refused to look my mother in the eye. I take her silence as my chance to leave, standing up from the couch and wasting no time in finding the stairs in order to take refuge in my room.

     "Your father and I will be out again for a business trip again." I stop in my tracks just as I reach the first step. "Don't cause us any more stress than we already have to deal with alright?" my grip on the white stair railings tightens. I force a simple 'ok' out of my throat before bounding up the stairs, ignoring my dad's complaints.

     As soon as enter my room I force my shoes off my feet and collapse onto my bed. My chest continued to tighten as I gripped the roots of my hair out of frustration.  I buried my head deeper into my knees as hot tears raced down my face. I wasn't even sad, I don't know what I'm feeling right now. I just need cry, I need to cry to someone, to anyone, to-

     My phone buzzed. I lift my head and slowly take my hands away from my head, the tears in my eyes blurring out the notification. I rub the tears from my eye and grab my phone, quickly opening it up once I realized who just texted me.

     @Dreamy.Victoria.

Hey, is everything ok?

     I rushed my response, both not wanting to keep her worried and eager to talk to her. I made this secret instagram account in order to talk to her. we were both paranoid that someone would find out about us if we both used our main accounts or even just texted normally. So, i offered to just make another account. I'd lazily filled out some basic information in the bio, most of which was actually true, but i left out anything that could clearly have it identified as me.

They're going on another trip

Oh, I'm sorry babe.
Is there anything I can do to help?

Not really can we just talk

Of course, about what?

idk i just feel so frustrated. on one hand i just wish they'd spend more time together
At least one of them is always on a trip
But then again it just feels like every time we're together we just fight
I dont know that to do anymore.

Im sorry there isn't more I can do, {Y/N}
But hey, in 4 years we'll be all set.
we wont have to deal with our parents anymore and we can live a happy life together.
I know how hard it is, but I know it'll be all worth it just to able to wake up to your face every morning.
So just just put up with it a little longer
and remember that i'm here with you ok?