I can hear my dad's vibrating voice downstairs and I sit up and sigh. I'm really tired from the school week. I've had to study for tests, my personal studying, assignments and projects that have drained me.  I haven't even packed my bags yet. I can hear my mum shout my name but I choose to ignore. I get up from my bed and walk to my closet. I pick out two hoodies, a jean, a beanie and my toiletries. I get into a pair of shorts and a white big t-shirt with the words 'COOL AF' written in deep blue prints. I put on my favorite pair of Nike air max, pick up my headset and walk painfully slowly downstairs.

My dad is sitting in the sitting room talking to my brother about some video games and I scoff. I'm standing by the doorway watching them talk like everything is okay. I feel a pair of warm hands on my back and I turn to o face my mum. Her lips are pressed tight together and her eyes that are always bright and full of life are dull now. The tip of her nose is pink, signs that she either has a flu or she's been crying. Her whole demeanor is dull and her back is slightly slouched making me look much more taller than her.

"Mum are you alright", I ask her in a low tone,

"drop it Yon" she says and all of a sudden I see her put up the fakest smile I've ever seen.

She clasps her hands together and walks into the sitting room.

"Okay guys, are we set" she asks raising the pitch of her tiny voice and looking to and fro my brother and I, even a stranger would know she's faking the whole act.

"Fiona, you look lovely as always" my dad beams and I give him a puzzled irritating look while rolling my eyes non stop and he presses his lips together.

He's wearing a long khaki pant and button ups. His dark hair is combed neatly backwards and short and there is a pair of sunglasses on his shirt. Forming the cool guy are we now.

"I'll be at the car" he says to me and raises his brows acknowledging my mum as he and Dave walk outside.

I follow them slowly and my dad puts our things in the trunk. I sit at the back of the car and start to fiddle with my top. We are about a minute gone when I shout.

"Stop the car,"

"what, Fiona, come on", my Dad says.

"Stop the fucking car" I scream at him and he does just that.

I get down from the car and run to the house and straight to the kitchen where I know she'd be.

My mum is by the kitchen sink crying her eyes out and before I can control it, tears start to pour down mine. She turns to face me and she sighs and I hug her so tight as she cries on my shoulder. Two years, two freaking years and she still gets like this anytime he's around her. I know my dad knows he has this effect on her but the douche still keeps showing up. Claiming he wants to see Dan and I when he knows that he's hurting my mum.

"I don't wanna go. I wanna stay with you" I sob and she hugs me tighter. 

"You have to, he really wants to spend time with you" she says walking away from me to the front door, "I'll be fine. I promise" she says dusting her palm on her apron, a sign that she'll not be fine.

I sigh as she opens the door for me to go. I hug her and kiss her forehead causing her to giggle a little and causing my heat to shatter into tiny pieces and then melt. My mum and I may fight a lot but I hate seeing her sad and down. Especially if it's because of douche bag dad. I skip down the front stairs and into the car and my dad zooms off almost immediately causing me to look into the rear mirror till he catches my eyes and then I roll them so hard to the back of my head.

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"B! B, we're home" my dad says as we enter his house and he drops his keys on a table. 

Beatrice comes down the stairs walking majestically and I roll my eyes.

"Hey daddyboo" she squeals and runs to hug him.

I rest my back on the wall and watch the sight before me. He hugs her back and pecks her all over her face and then ruffles her hair and she giggles. My dad's eye catches mine and I think he sees the hurt in my eyes and feels guilty because he stops immediately.

"Take me to my room already" I groan and Beatrice glares at me and starts walking upstairs.

"Do you need me to drag you along" she hisses when she sees I'm not behind her and I glare holes in her back as I follow her. 

She takes me to the room I was in at her party when I bumped into Dave and I sigh. I'm not sure Dave and I are on speaking terms anymore.

"Don't break anything" she says and walks outside slamming the door.

The rest of the weekend goes by painfully slow and I try as much as possible to be as far away as Beatrice as I can be, but beabitch's goal was to terrorize my entire stay. Funny how she treated Dan like a little puppy all through our stay. I really just want to go home and sleep.

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Hello, hello there. Well this was emotional. I had tears in my eyes *points slightly wet handkerchief*. It was fun writing this episode and seriously what's up with Beatrice.

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