"Sadie, I'm sorry, but you are way too much to handle right now." Josh held his hands up in defense. "I cannot handle both of our mental healths right now," He furrowed his eyebrows. Is he really trying to play the victim right now?
"Josh, I told you something I had never told anyone, and instead of trying to help you are breaking up with me? I just told you my dad is a drunk who likes to beat his kids and this is how you react?" I was infuriated. I had finally built up the courage to tell someone about my life and now he wants to leave me.
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"You know what," I shrugged my shoulders and quickly blinked away my tears. "Fine," I ripped off the dainty necklace that he gave me for our two year anniversary. I started walking away, but before I could get too far I turned around. "You know what when I gave almost three years to someone, I would expect them to care a little," I quickly turned back around and walked swiftly to my car.
I clicked the small button on my keys and my car lights lit up. I yanked the metal door open and roughly sat down in the driver's side. I ran my fingers through my hair after slamming the door shut. I took a deep breath and leaned my head back on the headrest. A few tears escaped my eyes and rolled down my cheeks. I opened my eyes again and shoved the keys into the ignition. The engine roared and I put the car in drive. I pressed my foot on the gas as I switched gears and checked my mirrors quickly. I slowly lifted my foot from the breaks and moved it to the gas petal. I turned onto the road and started driving towards my house. The silence was far too loud so I turned on the radio.
*Play Skinny Love Now!*
"You've got to be kidding me," I laughed to myself as the sad words of the song traveled through the car. As I took a right turn onto my street I took a deep breath. I knew what I was going to, but I knew I was going to escape soon. The only thing holding me back was Max. My little brother could not survive without me and I know that for a fact. If I could find a place where the both of us could live, I would.
My mother left us a few years ago. She said she couldn't handle watching my dad beat up on my brother any longer. So instead of taking us with her, she left us with him. I hated her for that. I've gotten many texts and calls from her that I simply ignored. I was even surprised she didn't take my brother with her. She always loved him more because he was somewhat planned. My mom would blame me for my dad being so harsh. She says that if I wasn't born, he wouldn't be so stressed and cruel. She was sixteen and my dad was seventeen. Now I am nineteen and I am getting the fuck away from here as soon as I can.
I pulled into the small driveway in front of my house. I took a deep breath and looked at myself in the review mirror. I didn't want my brother to know I was crying because it would worry him too much. I took the keys out of the ignition and opened the car door. I stepped out and double-checked that I locked the doors. I walked up to the front steps and already heard yelling. But instead of my brother and my father, it was a female's voice. I slowly opened the front door. Why the hell is my mother in my house right now. She turned to me and her expression grew soft. She quickly glanced at my father and looked angry again.
