Chapter 13
"Darren tells us that you've been sneaking out." Your father says angrily.
"W-" You try to speak, but get cut off my your mother.
"And he says that you threatened to tell people that he smokes weed if he tells anyone."
"Well he does smoke weed! I saw him!" You argue.
"Y/N! I thought we taught you not to lie!" Your mother gently slaps your arm.
"I'm not lying! And I'm not the only one who saw him!" You say.
"Well, who else saw him then?" Your mother asks, folding her arms.
"...Phil did."
"That guy?!" Your father raises his voice. "I thought I banned you from seeing him!"
"Who do you think she was sneaking out to see?" Darren says, sipping his coffee.
"I cannot believe you!" Your mother shouts.
"Go to your room!" You father shouts.
"No."
"What did you just say?" Your father takes a step towards you.
You see Darren's shocked expression as he leans in closer, obviously loving watching this argument.
"I said no."
"Y/N-"
"I'm nineteen. You can't ground me. I'm a legal adult."
"Well you sure aren't acting like one."
"What's that meant to mean?!"
"Sneaking out? Disobeying your parents? I thought we had missed out on the 'rebellious teen years' but apparently not!"
"I wouldn't have to sneak out if you hadn't locked me in my room, which I actually believe is illegal. Or if you'd let me have a friend who isn't a rich, snooty asshole!"
"Hey!"
"I mean, seriously! I've only ever had two friends that I actually like, and you hate both of them! You haven't even met one of them actually!"
"Well, we can tell that 'friend' of yours isn't a good influence. He's getting you to disobey your parents!"
"He's getting me to actually give a shit about doing something that I want!"
"H-"
Your father is cut off by the kitchen door flinging open as Stacey, Abigail and Sarah fall into the room, obviously from leaning on the door eavesdropping.
"Heh... Sorry..." Sarah says awkwardly.
You take this distraction to your advantage and storm out without anybody shouting at you. At least for the first few seconds, then both your mother and father are following you up the stairs to your room screaming at you, Darren following closely behind them.
"Stop acting like you know what's good for you!" Your mother shouts.
"Well I know better than you!" You stand beside your bed and look at your mother. "If you knew what was good for you, you wouldn't have turned out be such a bitter bitch."
Okay, that sounded kind of like an asshole thing to say, you shouldn't lie about that.
"Don't you dare talk to your mother that way!" Your father shouts, walking towards you.
"Oh yeah, I'm sorry. I forgot that you're the only one allowed to call her a bitch." You say to your father.
"I- What's this ugly ass flower doing here?" Your father directs his attention to the flower from Phil.
"It's something she got from a friend." Darren smirks.
"What friend?" Your father asks.
"I-"
"It was that Phil motherfucker, wasn't it?"
"Maybe..."
"You fucking bitch!"
"Woah." Darren says, completely invested.
"So I can't call her a bitch but you can call me one?!" You shout, going on your tiptoes to attempt to be face to face with your father.
"Yes! Because I am your father! You must respect me!" Your father shouts. "And she is your mother! You must respect her too!"
"You've got to give people respect to earn respect!" You shout.
"You want respect?!"
"Yes, that would be refreshing!"
"Too bad! And I'm sick of all your bullshit! You are not allowed to leave this house!" You father turns back to look at the flower. "And as for what I think of your new friend and your stupid flower and those stupid ideas in your head." He places his hand on the back of the vase holding the flower and swiftly sweeps it off the bedside table, shattering into pieces on the oak wood floor. "It's all stupid shit."
"And you say I'm the fucking bitch!" You stand up and run out the door, picking up your phone and shoving your mother & Darren on the way.
You slide the glass doors that lead to the garden open and sprint down the shimmering white snow.
You reach the fence, pull yourself up, close your eyes and jump down.
You breathe in and turn your phone on, dialling Phil's number.
"Hi." He answers quickly.
"What are you doing right now?" You ask.
"I was sleeping." Phil says.
"It's like eleven thirty. What the fuck?"
"Leave me alone, it's the weekend."
"Well, I just got into shit with my parents."
"What happened?"
"Darren told them about me sneaking out."
"Damn."
"And-"
"I feel like a big rant is coming on. Where are you?"
"In the woods. Beside my house."
"I'll be there in ten minutes."
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"Well, I think you were being rather brave." Phil tells you after hearing what happened.
"Really?" You look up at him.
"Of course. I can't believe you swore at them!" He laughs that perfect laugh of his.
"I can't believe that either to be honest." You smile, shivering a little in the cold.
"Are you cold?"
"Nah mate, just shivering cause I want to."
"No need to get sarcastic on me."
"I'm sorry. But seriously, I'm cold as fuck."
"Aw." Phil puts his arm round you, pulling you into a hug to warm you up. "So, what are you planning to do next?"
"I... Don't really know to be honest. I mean, I'm going to have to go back home some time soon. But not now. I can't be fucking arsed going back right now."
"I'd imagine. Are you hungry?"
"Yup. You?"
"Yeah. I haven't had breakfast."
"I haven't either."
"Come on then." Phil stands up.
"Where are we going?" You ask, standing up with him.
"To get breakfast, duh."
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