Chapter 6
After I hung upon Lizzie, I went back to sleep. I felt really bad but I couldn't help but think that she deserved it. How could she do that to me? This time, I wasn't blaming myself; I was blaming her, right from the start. (see other fic to understand completely)
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I woke up the next morning at about nine thirty, about two hours later than usual. It was no wonder considering I was up very late the night before. I went in the kitchen and poured myself some cereal because my parents still weren't home, which was very odd. As I sat on the couch, watching cartoons and contemplating the whole mess I was in over my lucky charms, I heard the front door open. A moment later, my parents walked into the room. They were still wearing their evening gown and tux.
"Hello David," my father said briskly.
"Were you all right honey?" my mom asked putting her purse on the counter.
"Yeah, if being home alone, wondering where my parents are and having a major problem with my best friend is all right," I said accusingly.
"I'm sorry, one of our clients got into some trouble and we were called away from our meeting to calm him down," my dad explained.
"Are your patients more important than your son!?" I interrupted.
"David? What was that for? What is going on?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. David we care about you and want to help you with whatever is bothering you."
"I'm sorry for exploding, I'm going to my room." With that I left the room, went to my bedroom, and locked the door.
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*a/n so sorry this is so short. I will be continuing soon. Please review and give me your opinions!
After I hung upon Lizzie, I went back to sleep. I felt really bad but I couldn't help but think that she deserved it. How could she do that to me? This time, I wasn't blaming myself; I was blaming her, right from the start. (see other fic to understand completely)
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I woke up the next morning at about nine thirty, about two hours later than usual. It was no wonder considering I was up very late the night before. I went in the kitchen and poured myself some cereal because my parents still weren't home, which was very odd. As I sat on the couch, watching cartoons and contemplating the whole mess I was in over my lucky charms, I heard the front door open. A moment later, my parents walked into the room. They were still wearing their evening gown and tux.
"Hello David," my father said briskly.
"Were you all right honey?" my mom asked putting her purse on the counter.
"Yeah, if being home alone, wondering where my parents are and having a major problem with my best friend is all right," I said accusingly.
"I'm sorry, one of our clients got into some trouble and we were called away from our meeting to calm him down," my dad explained.
"Are your patients more important than your son!?" I interrupted.
"David? What was that for? What is going on?"
"Nothing, it doesn't matter."
"Yes it does. David we care about you and want to help you with whatever is bothering you."
"I'm sorry for exploding, I'm going to my room." With that I left the room, went to my bedroom, and locked the door.
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*a/n so sorry this is so short. I will be continuing soon. Please review and give me your opinions!