Hello, I'm MacKenzie Clayton. I wrote this, clearly. In this chapter, we learn a lot about the Anderson parents. Thats all i'm gonna say. I don't own anything totally awesome..
so, here's Chapter 4.(:
Layne woke Monday morning to the sound of screaming. Her parents had arrived home early."Dammit Amanda, I don't want them here anymore!" Her father screamed. Layne sighed and sluggishly climbed outta bed. Grabbing her glasses, she looked at her phone; 2:14 a.m. She'd only been asleep for four hours. Quietly, Layne crept down from her second story bedroom. "They are failures, disgraces! They mean nothing! Can't you see what's best for our baby!" Her father continued to scream. Layne froze, midstep. Her father was talking about her favorite people in the world;Blaine and Shane.
Layne pressed herself against the wall and peered into the dining room. Her father stood, back facing her, holding a Dalton Academy uniform jacket. He had broken two plates, a clock, and had given her mom a black eye. Mom had tears streaming down her face, pooling on the table. "Harold," Mom said in a soft, calm voice, "They're our sons. They've chosen their path, Layne will choose hers. The boys are here two days a week, it's not going to damage or corrupt her in any way." She peered out into the hallway and forced a smile for her only daughter. The smile faded as her father exploded. "It won't DAMAGE her? Look what that dumbass oldest son of ours did to Shane! He turned him into...one of them." Layne couldn't listen anymore. She stormed away as quietly as possibly. Once in her room, she picked up her phone and called the only people who would listen. She just hoped they were awake.
The phone rang for what felt like an eternity. To her surprise, Shane answered.
"Hello?"
"Shane, it's me..Mom and Dad're.."
"Laynie, what's going on?"
"They're fighting. Someone left their jacket here.."
"What..?"
"I don't think he's gonna let you guys come back." Layne held the phone out the door so her brothers could hear the screaming that was taking place in their dining room.
"Tell us what you heard please. Don't leave anything out."Blaine said, his voice cold. Layne told the boys everything that had happened downstairs. Her brothers sat, quietly listening to every word their sister had to say.
"I'll talk to HIM tonight. It's my jacket, I'll be there this afternoon. We, meaning you and I, will talk later. Go back to bed. We love you..have a good day." Blaine said, hanging up the phone. Layne layed down, thinking. Can't dad see he's tearing this family apart?
"They won't stay here anymore." Her husband said, nostrils flaring. Amanda Anderson placed her head in her hands and sighed."If you don't allow them to come here, Layne will never speak to us again." Amanda said this as calmly as possible. She stood up and met her husbands enraged brown eyes. "We'll finish this in the morning. I want you to stay down here, calm down, and clean up. i do NOT want you near Layne or myself until all three of those things have been done." She said, turning and walking up the stairs and into her daughters bedroom. "Baby, it's all okay now.." Amanda said, faking a smile. Layne looked right into her mothers eyes and said "Bull-freaking-shit."
"Sweetie.." Amanda started.
"Why? Why does he do this?It's like he wants me to be unhappy forever." Layne mumbled, covering her head with her pillow.
"Your brothers and those boys they bring with them will be here as often as possible. If Harold..I mean, your father...has a problem with that, then he can leave." She said, looking down upon her daughters smiling face. "Get some sleep baby, I'll wake you in a few hours." Amanda stood up and walked out, shutting the door behind her.
Those few hours flew by. Before she even had time to dream, Layne was up and getting ready for her second day at McKinely. She slipped on her favorite purple dress and quickly snapped a picture, sending it to her fashion-savvy best friend.
K-Hmmm...black waist belt, sheer tights, small necklace, hat or gloves..you pick. Then send me another pic.
Layne grabbed a black belt, sheer tights, a small black necklace with a black heart charm, and a cute sparkly beanie Reed had given her a month ago. Putting it all on, she sent him another picture;
K-It's all lovely! Good choices! See you in 5..you're riding to school with me!
Layne quickly moved everything in her purse to a black over the shoulder bag. then she rushed to give her mother a hug and then ran outside to wait for Kurt.
Layne opened the door or Kurts' giant SUV. "Hey Layne!" He said, laughed, taking in his outfit. Kurt was wearing a light purple short-sleeved button down shirt, black pants with a matching vest, a black and silver scarf, and a hat. Layne smiled at him and began messing with the radio. She came in on the end of her favorite song. She began to sing;
This could be all I've waited for
And this could be everything
i don't wanna dream anymore.
Kurt laughed and then nodded, With gigantic smiles on their faces, the teo belted out the final chorus;
Maybe it's not my weekend
But it's gonnabe my year
And i'm so sick of watching while the minutes pass as i go nowhere
And this is my reaction
To everything i fear
Cuz I've been going crazy
I don't wanna waste another minute
Here!
As the final bit of guitars died out, the still laughing friends pulled into the parking lot of McKinely High.
Once Layne walked in, she felt a change. It felt colder..different. Kurt and Layne parted ways at Algebra classroom. She moved her way to the back of the room. Her table was now occupied by an extremely pretty blonde girl. "Hello," Layne said, trying to be friendly.
"Hi! Are you new? I'm Carey LaMonte."
"I'm Layne Anderson. i started here Friday." Layne smiled at her whilst taking in her appearence. She had blonde hair to the the middle of her back and a pair of dazzling blue eyes. She wore a blue button down shirt with a green sweater vest over it. The pair gossiped throughout the morning announcements. Both of them shared an undying love for Harry Potter and Disney. "Where have you been my whole life?" Carey exclaimed, grabbing her into a hug.
"Westmoore aka hell on earth!" Layne said, a giant smile overtaking her face.
Miss. Pillsbury walked in with a boy. He was tall and well built with hazel eyes and black hair. The boy was wearing a greenand white Varsity jacket with a W on the front. Layne stopped, midlaugh, resisting the urge to vomit. The boy standing in the front of the class was none other than Kellan Von Guerry, and he was looking right at her.
oooohhhh...kinda creepy isn't he? I hope you're enjoying my story. I should have *crosses fingers* the next chapter up in a few days..but no promises. I'm a busy girl! R&R?
xx,Kendizzy.