Tell No One

Part 1

Nothing.

That's what I hear as my dad introduces me to the bimbo next to him. I'm too full of anger to comprehend anything my father is saying.

The blond lady smiles at me and gives me a small wave, her giant plastic tits bounce with her greeting. So that's what he sees in you, is what I want to mutter, but I bite back my tongue.

"Adayah?" My dad asks. I snap back and focus on his words rather than my anger. "Are you okay with that?" He asks me. I sigh and stare at him, they both look back at me uncomfortably.

"Okay with what?" I ask flatly. My father's shoulders slump in disappointment, but I feel no sympathy for that man right now.

"Katherine and her son are going to be staying with us from now on, and we wanted to know your opinion." My father said nervously.

"I'm pretty sure you already know my opinion." I told him narrowing my eyes. He sighs and tries to regain himself. I'm to pissed to care about his feelings.

"Please..." He stirs for more words but that's all that he can offer. I sigh and stare straight into his eyes.

"You know how I feel. You had a family that you ruined. The only person I'll ever approve of is mom. And that," I move my finger up and down towards the lady, "is not my mother." I snap.

"Adayah Katherine has a son around your age going through something similar I think it'd be healthy for the two of you-"

"Healthy my ass." I tell him coldly.

"What is it that you like about Kathrine anyway?" I ask him with disgust. He glances nervously at Katherine who is getting paler by the second.

"A lot, Kathrine is a wonderful woman!" He defends and grabs her hand. I can feel the bile rise in my throat from the simple gesture.

"Really? Cause you know what I see? A curvy, blond, large breasted woman, the exact opposite of my mother. Now what does that say about you?" I sneer.

"I love Kathrine for her and not her body! She is a wonderful woman, and I'm sorry that your mom and I didn't work out, but it's done with. It has been for years." My father explains. I'm about to snap back but stop when the front door opens.

"Hell fucking no." I gasp as I take in the boy in my living room. He looks up from his phone towards me for a split second, before sticking his nose in his screen and leaning against a wall.

"Adayah-"

"No!" I snap and hold a hand out in front of my father before storming out the front door.

I ignore the fact that I'm walking down the road barefoot and adjust the hood on my head. Of course it had to be Parker fucking Benet...

I remember the first time I saw Parker, it was my freshman year. He was smoking a cigarette while leaning against my locker, and I kept my distance and waited for him to leave.

People kept glancing at him oddly, teachers didn't seem to notice but they probably just pretended not to. Eventually someone decided to say something, the student body president.

She approached him and he talked to her lowly so nobody could hear. Afterwards he dropped the cigarette to the ground, stomped it out, and stormed away. While the girl won the battle, she was also in tears.

So yeah, I'm living with the super angry Emo bad boy with zero friends. I rolled my eyes, and my dad thinks we can help each other? The only thing that jackass could teach me is how to roll a blunt.

"Fuck!" I growl and sit down on the curb. I don't know what I stepped on but it left my foot throbbing. I sighed and rested my head in my hands.

You had it coming... My conscience mocks me.

Shut up.

I searched around my hood pocket to call someone to pick me up but of course I forgot my phone at the house. I just want to see my mom right now.

It's dark outside, I'd go home but I want to wait until everyone is asleep. I don't want to deal with their shit, I don't need a new mom, I have one.

Fuck it's freezing out here.

I can hear a car parked in front of me but I don't care, I'm tired and I'm cold and I wanna go home.

"You could have at least put shoes on." I hear his apathetic voice and I know exactly who's with me. I don't look up I just pull my legs tighter into my chest.

"What do you want?" I ask exhaustively.

"My mother wouldn't stop nagging me to find you, so I did. She doesn't know how to shut up, so why don't you do me a favor and get your ass in the car and stop being so over dramatic." He told me, his tone flat and bitter.

"Or you can't tell your mom and my dad to go fuck themselves!" I hiss and stand up.

"If you try and leave..." he warned me lowly. I actually froze from his tone. How can someone with no real emotion in his voice create so much feeling?

"I'm not scared of you Parker." I glare at him using the same low tone as him.

"You know what I find funny, you know my name, knew me the second I walked in, but I didn't even know you existed." He said coldly.

"You think I care if you know me? I don't want to walk into that house with some fake family my fathers trying to create-"

"You think I want that? No." Parker interrupted. "But I'm an adult, I don't throw fits when something doesn't go my way. Will you quit being so damn selfish?"

I don't say anything because I have nothing to say. Parker won and I hate it. I hate everything right now I hate living with my damn father and only getting to see my mom twice a month.

"Will you get in the damn car now?" He snapped.

I opened the door and hopped in desperately waiting to get as far away from this ass as possible.