Chasing Skye

Chapter four

After a very exhausting night, crying as my best friend held me in her arms, I'm finally home.

Insert happy cheers of joy here.

"Where the hell have you been?" My mother seethed as I stepped in the front door.

Instead of answering I just walked up to my room. Honestly, my mother never used to be such an immense bitch. It was only when my father got a promotion did she change.

Looking over at my desk, I smiled sadly as I picked up the family portrait. It was taken a couple years ago. At a family day that my fathers firm had every year.

I had my messy brown hair up in a bun that day, and I looked like a mess, but it was one of the best days of my life. You could see the happiness shine in my big hazel eyes. Although I get most features from my mother, I got my eyes from my dad. Even though he was a big ol' carrot top, I didn't look like him as much. Except for the curly hair.

*ping-ping*

Sloan: Everything good so far?

Me: As good as it can be.

Setting my phone down, I took out all my dirty clothes from the weekend, and threw them in the hamper.

I'm so over school honestly. I'm just glad I'm a senior. One last year of this shit. But only a few months until I'm 18. I was thinking about getting my own place, but I don't have a lot of money saved up. Sloan and I have talked about it, and she was totally siked about the idea of me moving in with her.

"It'd totally be like a never ending slumber party!" Were her words. In which she mostly meant sitting around watching TV and flipping through magazines.

"Megan! Dinner!" My dad called up the stairs. Even through all the crap my mother gives him, he's still the sweetest man ever.

Walking into the dining room, I'm surrounded by the all too familiar tension between my parents. With me sitting between them. To avoid talking, I just started eating. Tasting my dads amazing cheese Alfredo. He was a great cook as well.

"So, how was your weekend sweetie?" I had to fight my laughter at his attempt for conversation. It was quite cute.

"It was good."

"Frankly, I think you spend too much time at that girl Sloans house."

"Barb."

"Don't Barb me, Frank. I mean, have you seen that dear child's sister?"

"You mean Skye?" I questioned. My mother has a problem with everyone. So I am quite curious of what she thinks about Skye. Hell, I don't even know what I think about Skye.

"Is that her name?" I nodded, watching as my mother just waved it away with her hand. "Whatever her name may be, she just looks like a hoodlum."

"Barb." My father tried again.

"Frank. You know, I wonder where she gets that mindset from. Where she thinks its alright to just disappear for days on end. Without so much as a word." I found myself getting aggravated at my mothers words.

"Barb." My dad tried again.

"I'm only saying Frank."

"And I am saying, Barb, maybe you should be saying this sort of thing in private." My dad combated. I hated when this happened. A normal conversation turns into a full blown argument.

"Well, I guess I just thought you would make some sort of parental decision. Rather than leaving it all up to me."

" I'm home every night at the same time barb. What else would you ha e me do?"

"I don't know frank. Maybe help me raise our daughter. Heaven knows how she is."

Not gonna lie. That hurt. Like a lot. I've always known my mother thought I was a fuck up. It still hurt a lot though. I mean, moms are supposed to be supportive. And love you no matter what. Which is his she used to be. But not anymore. Now, every time she looked at me, her eyes were just filled with disgust. Or disdain. Maybe even both. To be honest I just couldn't handle it anymore.

I excused myself and ran up the stairs. Locking my door and blasting my music to drown out the oncoming yelling that was bound to occur after the way dinner had gone.

I checked my phone and noticed I had a lot of text messages. And a few missed calls. One of which was from Evan. Ignoring the feeling I got know Evan called, I clicked on Sloans name.

Sloan: Girl! You'll never know what happened!

I smiled at the way she could make me smile at her craziness. Another reason why she's my best friend.

Me: What? You finally find another boy toy?

*ping-ping*

Sloan: No, I wish! But get this, my parents are going away on a two month long business trip. You should totally move in early!

Me: I wish!

Knowing my parents, my dad wouldn't mind as much. But my mom would totally flip shit. Which is worth it, 'cause my mother may be an asshole, but all she really is, is just talk. She just likes to yell.

So I typed another response.

Me: Just give me a few days to talk about it with the folks.

Setting my phone down, I laid in my bed. Listening to my music blare, as I hear the faint sound of my parents yelling in the back ground. Honestly, I'm so ready to leave. I must can't help but think about how hurt my dad might be.

Most importantly, I couldn't stop thinking about the fact that tomorrow is Monday.

I fucking hate Mondays.