Inseparable

• Chapter 12 •

"I'm sorry Hope..." I turned around and saw Faith. I almost forgot, mom sent her up here to get some rest.

"It's fine." I snap.

"No it's not, she should care about me and you, not just me," she says quietly.

"Whatever like I said it's fine. I'm used to it anyways. I didn't know why I thought two broken ribs and fucked up face would change anything."

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"I am so done right now! None of you care that I'm hurt! All you care about is what I did!" I yelled at my parents.

We were currently all sitting at the dinner table, trying to eat dinner. When my dad saw my face he was concerned, but then I told him what happened.

Both my mom and dad were not shocked but still furious. This has happened before at my old school, I had punched someone.

In grade eight this douche was picking on this little girl and he wouldn't stop so I stepped in. And then also last year I had slapped a random older guy at the mall for 'not getting out of my person bubble'. He was probably 27 and wasn't  backing off, getting way to close and saying nasty things to me so I slapped him and left.

Both times I personally wasn't hurt, they never hit me back. But this time was obviously different.

"Honey I never said I didn't care, but this whole situation could've been avoided if you didn't punch him first," my dad said.

"After last time I can not believe you decided to do it again! And look what your choices do to other people! Like your sister have you seen her face? That too wouldn't have happened if you didn't punch this guy!" My mom yells at me.

"Mom it's fine my face isn't that bad-"

"No she right Faith," I said quietly. I did feel bad about Faith's face, but that doesn't mean I regret what I did to Kyle.

"I still can't believe you did this! I'm so disappointed with you right now!" My mom continues to yell at me. But that was my last string, I am completely done with hearing this from her.

I stood up from the dinner table, and left the room. I went upstairs grabbed my phone and headphones, and then headed out the front doors.

Usually I don't leave twice in the same week, I never needed to, but I was done listening to them and taking their crap.

I plugged in my headphones and instantly started to listen to my music. I needed to clear my head I was so mad I couldn't think straight.

Read All About It by Emele Sandé, was the current song I was listening to. It was one of those songs you could just listen to for hours and get lost in it.

Despite my music, my moms words just wouldn't get out of my mind.

Disappointed. Disappointment.

I'm a disappointment to my mother, to my parents, to my family. I didn't belong, they don't want me....

"Hey what are you doing?" I heard a voice and I turned around quickly.