Lost in reality ✔️

Part two

Where do broken hearts go?

I woke up to the sound of my mom yelling at my dad through the phone. I sighed and got off my bed. I did my morning routine, then I checked Instagram and Twitter, I had no new notifications on Twitter, I was hoping Alek had messaged me.
After a couple of hours of reading books and watching shows on Netflix, I decided to call someone and see if they could go to the mall.
It turned out one of my 'friends' could go to the mall with me. Amelia was a seventeen year old, like me, who considered me as a friend. I consider her more of an acquaintance, than a friend, because, when I told her about my life when we were younger, she thought it was an exaggeration. She said no one's life could be that bad. I don't blame her though, she has the perfect life. She lives in a rich family, no siblings, her mom and dad both work at home, and for the icing on the cake her parents were shot with cupid's arrow. I'm the complete opposite of her, of course she wouldn't understand my life.
It took me 20 minutes to get ready, tell my mom where I was going, get in my car, and drive to the mall. We decided that the best place to meet up in the huge mall was at the food court. I knew I would be waiting a while, Amelia has to get her make-up just right, so I ordered a small mango pineapple smoothie while I waited. She texted me saying she was running ten minutes late, I replied telling her that I would be window shopping at forever 21 and Victoria's secret.
20 minutes later Amelia showed up apologizing for being late.
"It's fine your only ten minutes late to your ten minutes late text," I joked.
"So what fun things have been happening in Greyson World?"
"Um, nothing much, my dad's left to drive truck again and he only talks to me for a minute or less," I chose not to tell her about Alek because she would say I'm making it up to get attention from people.
"It can't be that bad. He's your father, he loves you and has to talk to you more than a minute a day."
"Trust me it is. He has called me a lazy brat to my face before. The longest conversation I've had with him this past month was one minutes and seventeen seconds long. Most of that was talking about his job and how everyone looks up to him."
"He probably was just busy and had to get off the phone."
"Right so busy that after he talked to me for a minute, he talked to my brother for five."
"You're exaggerating."
"Yeah, okay, whatever," I said trying to get her off the topic. "What about you? Anything fun happen since the last time I saw you."
"I broke up with Brad. He wasn't the one for me. I'm now dating Jerry. I think it's true love," the thing with Amelia is that she dates a new guy every week. Also she thinks it's meant to by with every new guy. She then always breaks up with him say that he wasn't the one for her and that she could do better. It's the cycle of love for her.
"You said that last week, and the week before, and the week before that. I doubt Jerry is going to be any different. Plus we are still in high school. Chances are you won't marry anyone from high school, especially Jerry."
"I've decided to take it slow. With every relationship I've had, I've dove into it too fast. That's my problem, I'm not taking my time. I will bet you that this relationship will last longer than two weeks. Deal?"
"Fine, deal. You should hand me the ten bucks now, save us booth some time."
"Funny, I will enjoy taking money from you."
"Nope, you won't last a week."
We spent the rest of the day walking around the mall. Amelia bought three pairs of shoes, a dress I could only dream of affording, and a skirt. In total she had to have spent well over $200. I, on the other hand, only bought the smoothie, for a total of $2.
At about 6:45 we said our goodbyes and went our separate ways. I ended up taking the long way home so it would take longer to get there. My dad had come home that night and I really wanted to avoid it. The first couple of nights that he gets home, he drinks to the point that he is drunk. My mom would be yelling at my dad about how he needs to fix the leaking pipe in the bathroom or the broken cabinet door in the kitchen. My dad would just sit on the couch chugging his tenth beer bottle. Don't even get me started on my brother. He would call me a faggot or tell me that I'm fat. He then would proceed to punch me. I would be a coward and I would just walk away, instead of standing up for myself.
It took me 40 minutes to get to my house. I went 10 miles below speed, went the back roads, and sat in my car for ten minutes. I really didn't want to go inside and deal with my parents or my brother.
When I got the strength to go inside, I immediately regretted it. Like I thought, my mom and dad were fighting, but a lot more than they usually do. They weren't fighting over a broken door of a leaking pipe. They were fighting about whether or not my father does anything for this family.
"I'm the one that works so that you can afford you diets and make-up," my dad yelled pointing a finger at my mom.
"No you work so that you can afford to get drunk. I buy make-up so I can get some sort of acknowledgment from you."
"You are just an ungrateful little-," insert cuss word, "you never listen or do as I say."
"Get out now," My mom screamed pointing towards the door with tears staining her skin. "Don't ever think of coming back."
The thing with my parents is that they fight a lot, and when they fight the cuss. I hate it, I don't think it's necessary.
My dad yelled some choice words then stomped towards the door. He put on his shoes then walked out of our house slamming the door behind him.
My mom broke down crying and mumbling words like how she wish she hadn't done it. She kept apologizing for how wrong she was, and how she wanted him back. I just shook my head, mumbled under my breath 'unbelievable' and walked past her to my room. It used to make me upset when they fought. Now it doesn't even faze me.
It wasn't a surprise that she kicked him out of the house. I saw it coming, I saw it coming for years. They only stayed together so that my dad could show off his trophy wife to all his coworkers, and my mom didn't have to work. It was a win-win on both their parts as long as they weren't in the same room for more than five minutes.
My brother was standing in his doorway shedding a couple tears.
"Come on like you didn't see it a mile away," I said in disbelief.
"Yeah whatever faggot, leave me alone," He wiped tears from his eyes and walked back to his room.
"No, seriously. I saw it even before they started to fight this much. You should've seen it coming before I did. You're older."
"I just think she would actually kick him out, and he would leave."
"Yeah well welcome to reality, where people are evil and unicorns don't exist," I turned away from him and before I could close the door of my room, I heard him mumble 'sorry I've been such a jerk towards you.'
I jumped onto my bed and grabbed my computer off the floor of my room. I had a couple notifications on Instagram and two messages on Twitter.
AR: How'd the day go?
AR: Greyson, are you okay?
I didn't tell him that my father was kicked out of our house but I told him I was okay.
AR: That's good. How's everything else?
GS: Okay, I guess. My dad got home today and of course my mom and him were fighting.
AR: I'm sorry.
GS: Why are you sorry? You didn't start the fight, they did. Why do people say that they're sorry when they're: A) not, B) had nothing to do with the problem, C) both?
AR: You can be sorry for something you had nothing to do with. If you find out that someone lost their dog you would still apologize for not being to help. Same thing, I'm sorry I can't help you find a better life.
GS: Well that's reality for you. You don't get any say whether you get put into a good family or not. I'm just a broken girl in a broken home.
AR: Anything fun happen today?
GS: I went to the mall with someone.
AR: Fun what'd you buy?
GS: Nothing, I couldn't afford anything in the stores she went into.
AR: Did you tell her that?
It was getting on my nerves that he was trying to fix my problems.
GS: What? Are you now my councilor? I've had one they suck, they don't work, so stop trying to be one.
AR: I was just trying to help.
GS: Well stop. Goodnight.
Since I didn't want to see him apologize, I logged out of Twitter, and shut my computer off. I grabbed my phone and turned on music. Not long and I too was falling asleep with the rest of Nevada.
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