"20 years. 20 fucking years of marriage just wasted down the drain, Joseph, and for what? Stress winkles and a tiny cock?" I cringe at my moms last choice of words, but also press my ear more into the door to get a better hear.

"Melanie, would you please clam down. You're going to wake up the kids--"

"The kids?" my mom cuts of my dad. "Since when have you given a tiny rats ass about my kids, uh?" My mom stops to let out a sound that's between a sob and a laugh. "You know, my mother was right about you. All you are is just a cheating, sick, bastard--" I jump back from the door slightly as I hear the sound of what I assume is my dads hand coming in contact with my moms cheek.

The other side of the door goes quiet after that. I contemplate rather or not I should just go back to my room. But my moms next words quickly stop me from doing so.

"I'm taking the fucking kids!" she yells. "You and your big boobed bimbo can stay here and continue fucking on your office desk day and night. You won't have to worry about me walking in on you again. Goodbye." I here my moms angry footsteps as they seem to be approaching the door that I'm currently eves dropping by.

"Shit," I mummer to myself. I run fast up the stairs to my bedroom, my fuzzy socks slipping and sliding on the hard wood floors in the process. As soon as I enter my room, I imminently hop into bed and throw the comforter over me to try and least make it look like I've been asleep all this time.

Not long after, my mom swings open the door so viciously that I swear it leaves a dent in the wall.

"Elizabeth, get up!" She demands as she comes over and rips the covers off of my body. "Pack your bags, we're leaving."

"Mom?" I ask in pretend confusion as I rub my eyes tiredly for show. "What time is it?" I new exactly what time it was. Three in the fucking morning, that's what.

"Jason!" She then screams my brothers name as she exits my room and starts heading for his down the hall. I hear her bang on his locked door, and I smirk to myself once she's gone as I jump out of my bed and head for my closet. I pull out from the bottom a suitcase that's already been packed for two months now.

I already new about my dad cheating on my mom from the very beginning whenever I uncovered the emails between him and the other women. Or should I say tramp?

I've been expecting this, hence the already full to the brim, packed suitcase full of my stuff. And to say that I was upset would be a lie. As fucked up as that sounds.

My parents were young when they married and that was only because my mom was pregnant with Jason and I. And considering my dads high and pristine family life, my grandma and grandpa would've been absolutely mortified if my parents had me out of wedlock.

Who knows though, this new start might actually be good for me considering where I am now, going to a stuck up private school, absolutely sucks ass.

Wherever I go next can't be as bad as here.

Right?

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Wtf is up, Kyle.

Here a new little story for all my freaks out there...

Kisses *mwah*