A/N: Who think I write to many true and personal stories? Because I can stop it's just nice to get my feelings out. Here you go another epic sort sad story part of me and Abrainiacs Freaky Friday Mega Upload Day! Have fun reading and reviewing.
Disclaimer: GLEE WAS STOLEN FROM ME! AND NOW I DON'T GET TO OWN ITT!
Was Wes coming over? He had been kind of on and off on whether he was going to sleepover. My parents weren't home yet but my older sister Claire was. She was half asleep on the couch watching TV. I walked back into my parent's room and turned on the TV. Seconds later I turned it off and went on the internet
I wasn't really in the mood to do anything but
I went on Facebook.
Yea, nothing big but I chatted with a few people.
Then the door bell rang
"Hey Wes I wasn't sure if you were coming or not" I said hugging him.
"Yea, brother back in town. My mom didn't want me to go I had to practically beg her until she let me walk out of that hell hole!"
We laughed together enjoying each other's company instantly.
"What do you want to do?" I asked him
Instantly he went to the kitchen and grabbed a bucket of food and cautiously made his way into my bedroom. So my room wasn't the cleanest but it was clean enough to walk through and make it to my huge bed.
We loaded up on snacks and then fell back with fatness.
"Where are your parents man?" he asked
"Went to dinner with my sister"
Just then someone slammed the door open. Wes and I ran to the door to see the car pulling away with only my dad inside and my sister balling and running into her room. Wes and I shared a glance before running after my sister and into her room.
"What happened?" I questioned my sister
"Dad hit me and then mom yelled at him to take me home, she ran away and then dad drove off"
That's all my sister could say.
Wes looked more confused to me and we cheered my sister up enough to grab a few flash lights and search for my mom. After running around for an hour and seeing no sight of my mom. Once we made it safely back into my war house we thought of where they could have gone. What happened and where did dad go.
I knew my dad had a temper but hitting my sister was over the top. I hoped he didn't come home. I never wanted that evil beast to come home. So we helped my sister fall asleep before ordering pizza and renting some romantic comedy on Netflix.
Then the door opened, it was my dad. He better have a damn good explanation.