Ch. 25 All the Wrong Things

Johnny gets upset

because it's lame

to bring a little sister to a party

even though we're only two minutes apart.

I get upset

because parties are stupid

and so is Miles

and I'm not lame.

Dad gets upset

because we're both yelling.

Mom's happy

because I'm finally saying

more than one syllable words.

There's more arguing

and more yelling

and more no's

and more anger.

Johnny's the one to flip first.

I don't blame him.

It must make him angry

how Mom and Dad only pay attention to me now,

how they spoil me,

how they're making him do this.

He gets angry.

He stands up.

He yells,

"You only want her to go

because you think she's so

freaking depressed!"

But he doesn't actually say freaking.

Mom starts scolding

and so does Dad,

but Johnny only looks at me.

"If it were Charlotte asking,

you'd be jumping out of your seat,

begging to go!"

He's angry.

He doesn't know what he's doing.

It isn't Johnny standing in front of me.

But it still hurts.

The words hit me like a

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right across the face.

No one says anything for a minute.

Then,

Johnny's eyes go wide

and he realizes

what he just said.

He tries to say something,

tries to apologize,

but I don't give him the chance.

I get out of my seat,

and the words are pouring out

before I can even think about it.

"You just want to go

to get drunk

and screw your girlfriend

before she realizes

she's dating

such an

A*S!"

I shout at him.

Then, because they're parents,

Mom and Dad try to say something

about my language

but I ignore them.

I shove my chair in,

so hard it makes the whole room

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I can't stay there anymore

because they're all staring at me.

I hate all of it.

I hate how they look at me

like I'm so broken

when they don't understand

anything.

I hate how they try to help

when they can't.

I hate how no one can just leave me

ALONE.

I just want to leave the room.

I tell them I'm going to bed,

even though it's only 7:30,

and I tell them good night.

Before anyone can stop me,

before I can see their pitying faces again,

or the regret in Johnny's eyes,

before I start screaming senselessly,

I turn around

and I walk away.

          

Author's Note

Let me know what you think and point out any mistakes please! Thanks for reading.
--theladygraceling