Bert's P.O.V
RING RING RING RING I heard my phone going off. "Hello?" "Um Bert when are you um coming home?" I heard a shaky voice on the other end. "Emily? Are you crying?" *sniff* *sniff* "No I'm not crying!" "Emily Nicole I can HEAR you crying. What happened?" "Well Dennis got drunk…. well again and this time Kristy is high and I some how pissed him off and there was a pen near by" "DID HE FUCKING HURT YOU?!?!" I screamed into the phone, causing Jeph to give me a weird look.
"Bert please calm down. I'm ok I fixed up the cut and everything, I'll be ok. I'm just wondering when are you guys coming home." I tried to calm down. "How can you say your ok? He fucking made you bleed!!" It didn't work. "Hun can you please stop spazzing out? Just answer the damn question." "Ok I think we're in New Jersey now. Can you stay alive long enough till we see you?" "I'll try my best. Love ya." "Yeah love you to Emz." Then I hung up.
"What was all the yelling about?" I looked over as a tired Andrea walked out. Her brown and red hair all frizzed out. "Sorry Emily called." "Oh my god what happened now? And how come you didn't wake me? I wanted to talk to her!!" Great she was pissed she just woke up. Damn I need a drink Before Andie could say anything, the door opened and Gerard came in "Hey guys…and Andie we're at the hotel." "Ok thanks Gee." Jeph said.
"Bert what's wrong?" Gerard asked concerned, and for once sober, and shockingly enough, I was sober as well. "Well I need a drink." I got up and walked to the door. "Gee are you coming?" Gerard got up and we walked inside to find the god damn bar.
Emily's P.O.V
I was upstairs, curled up in a little ball, my hand between my knees. I could hear yelling, screaming, and things being thrown. I couldn't take it anymore. I walked over to my window and took off the screen. Got on the roof and jumped. It wasn't far up so I didn't get hurt. I hit the ground and started running. Not caring where I was going.
I ended up going to the park. I slowed to a walk. I walked over to the swings and sat down. Crying, I looked around me and saw a piece of glass. I know I shouldn't…but ah what the hell. I picked it up, and gently slid it against my skin. I watched as blood came over the top of the cut. It felt so fucking good. I did it a few more times, until my sleeve went from gray to a reddish color.
I just looked at it, not knowing what to do. I pulled out my old watch; it was ten at night, and thank god I didn't have to work. I walked back to the house. Every light in the house was turned off. I walked through the front door. The lamp was on the floor. But still working. And if it wasn't there I probably would have stepped on Kristy.
If you haven't noticed I call my parents by there first names not 'mom' and 'dad'. It just feels weird to me. I walked into the bathroom. I looked like hell. My brown hair was falling out of my ponytail. My bangs were a mess on the right side of my face.
I need out of here bad. I can't keep going through this hell I call home. I decided to call an old friend. I waited and waited and I didn't think anybody was going to pick up.
Then I heard a click. "Hello?" "Hey Quinn. Haven't talked to ya in a while."
"Emily is that you?"