I'm sorry this took all week to upload, but school reared it's ugly head along with the homework it spits. But the weekend came as it always does, so chapter 7's here now ^^

Jades POV

4 hours after returning form Cats house and Jade was ready to rip her own head off. She lay tangled in her bed covers staring up at the ceiling as her parents slowly demolished the house below her. The arguing had started off pretty docile. It was now nearly half three in the morning and she was starting to wonder where in the name of god they were getting the crockery to smash, because she was pretty sure they didn't own as many plates as she'd heard meeting their violent end.

Maybe they've hired the neighbors. Maybe they're slowly going through their crockery too.

She sighed. The only disadvantage to having the entirety of the attic as her room was that due to its shape, every little noise from downstairs could be heard quite clearly, and that meant that when her parents had a screaming match, she got to listen to it all- theres only so much The Pretty Reckless could drown out. Her thoughts wandered to Tori. The rest of the evening had passed without hitch. Tori managed to keep her hands to her own thighs. Jade couldn't help but smile a little bit.

The look on her face..

She could still feel when the brunettes hand had touched. Jade looked over to her alarm. 03:42am.

God. Good job I have no plans for today.

Another incredible crash from below her pulled her from her thoughts and she cast her eyes to the stairs that lead to the door. She could remember falling asleep in this room for the first time when they moved in six years ago. Little over twelve, Jade had been enthralled that she got a room that spanned the length and width of the entire house to call hers, and been almost giddy with excitement to find out that it had its own little balcony with a tree by it that she reckoned could be climbed. And, as she found out, it most certainly could be climbed. In fact, in a flash of Bart Simpson inspired daring, she found it could be climbed into from her little balcony. Back then, she climbed the tree out of boredom, either from the ground or, with difficulty due to her height, from her room when she wasn't allowed out. Now she used it to escape in times like these. She no longer had any difficulty accessing the tree, since she'd grown a good head higher than she was when she was twelve, if not more. She looked over at the the french doors, considering going for a walk. Mr and Mrs West wouldn't care. She once left during a particularly bad argument when she was around fifteen for nearly three days, and upon her return, her parents didn't even look up from their lunch. Sometimes, she wondered if she should tell someone. A few years back, she almost had. But now, she was nearly 18, and she just didn't see the point. She was so numb to it all now, she couldn't be bothered with the fuss. When it all started up, she was about fourteen. Then, the idea had been appealing. But the idea that it might just be a phase always held her back. Her mother had lost her sister and her father had lost his father within days of each other. Mom, now the last of five siblings and dad, now an orphan, the relationship between the two began decay pretty fast. Jade hadn't the chance to be upset at losing an aunt and a granddad in the same week, because she was too preoccupied with looking after herself. Her mother withdrew to her own world with a horde of alcohol, and her dad spent all his time at work or in bed. She cooked, cleaned, shopped, took calls, took herself to school, got herself back from school, made excuses, made appointments. Everything. No help and no sympathy. When her parents finally pulled it together two weeks later, things only got worse. Jade had hoped the whole thing would have pulled them together, but it only ripped them further apart. The arguments were vicious, violent and precipitous, and they had been ever since. Jade buried her face in the pillows around her as another crash echoed through the house, and she inevitably heard herself being dragged into the argument.

"Don't even start on about that poisonous little bitch! She's probably not even mine!"

"Yeah, and you'd love that wouldn't you?! So you could just swan off and leave us?!"

"We can all dream! At least then I wouldn't have to pay for her to attend that stupid bloody school that fuels her stupid bloody fantasies about being whatever the hell it is she has her heart set on this week!"

"Oh and who does that sound like?!"

Another crash.

Jade felt herself tearing up. Do they not even care that I can hear them?

"I don't care! The second she's eighteen, she's out of that door whether she likes it or not! She can see how nice it is to live on the streets since she's got no real friends to take her in!"

That was it. Jade flew out of bed, pulled on her clothes, grabbed her phone, headphones and the thirty-odd dollars on her bedside table and made for the doors. She flung them open, slamming them behind her and climbed easily onto her tree. She sat for a moment in the balmy summer-night air, breathing heavily before climbing down the familiar pathway to the ground. Her feet touched the grass and she took off down the garden to the enclosing fence. She couldn't get to the gate without passing the huge kitchen windows, and she didn't fancy having her own- or the neighbors'- kitchen utensils thrown at her for a parting gift, so instead, she climbed over it into the small side-ally that lead to the main road. She blindly wiped away the tears on her cheeks and, pulling up her hood, began to walk. After about twenty minutes, she found a bench. She sank down onto it, pulling her knees up to her chest and stared off into the night. Her dad's words bounced around in her mind, beating and bruising everything they touched. She pulled out her phone and opened her messages.

It's either Cat or Tori. She thought. She remembered how Cat had fallen asleep on Andre watching the film earlier and decided not to wake the girl up again.

Tori it is then. She thought.

Jade West

04:12

Tori.. Can I come over?