never | s.w.

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"Sophia what did you and your frie-" she cut my off when she saw me cleaning my piercing.

"Sophia Marie Lane" my mom screamed. "What the hell did you do!"

"Mom it's just the belly button piercing I told you I wanted" I replied.

"And I told you you couldn't get that!" she screamed.

"Mom I'm almost 18!" I screamed back!
"I can do what I want"

"You always do this! Why can't you just ever listen!" she screamed.

The tears came streaming down my face.

"What the hell mom!" I screamed back, crying.

"Don't use that tone with me young lady!" she yelled.

"Grow up and stop being such a bitch sometimes" my mom screamed.

My brother started to cry. He hated fighting.

"Now look what you've done" she spat as she ran to get my brother

I was done.

I grabbed my bag, threw some clothes into it, grabbed my wallet and my phone.

I slammed my door and ran outside to the front yard.

I started walking down the street, crying to myself.

It was over a mile away, but I needed to get away.

-

I rang the doorbell, whipping my tears

"Soph?" Sam said, rubbing his eyes.

I tried to weakly smile.

He saw my red puffy eyes and my tear stained face.

"What happened?" he asked, pulling me into his arms.

I felt his warm embrace as I wrapped my arms around him.

"Are you okay?" he asked.

I nodded, as he pulled away.

"What happened?" he said, pulling me towards his couch to sit down.

I sat down next to him, my legs dangling over his lap.

"My mom kicked me out" I said, shakily.

"What? Why?" Sam asked, while rubbing his thumb on my thigh softly.

"Because of this" I said, pulling my t-shirt up, showing my piercing.

"For real?" Sam asked, looking at my piercing still.

"Mhm" I nodded. "She thinks it looks trashy"

He frowned, apologizing.

"You're more than welcome to stay here" he offered.

"Thanks Sam" I smiled.

"If it makes you feel any better, I think it makes you even more sexy" he said, looking down at the piercing then back at you with a smirk.

I giggled as my hand slightly massaged the back of his head.

I turned on the tv, and opened up Netflix.

I laid back on the couch, with my legs over Sam's lap.

I turned on a movie and relaxed. Sam rested his hands across my thighs.

-

In the light of the movie, I saw Sam eyeing me.

He could tell how stressed out I was.