Quinn POV

It's Wednesday now and Harry has done nothing but annoy me whenever I'm outside.

It's actually ruining my summer that just started.

Whenever I go outside to do something, he makes it a point to speak obviously loud, play music loudly, or work on his truck loudly. When I go back inside he stops all the disturbing things he was doing. If I go back outside, he does it again. 

You can only imagine how annoyed I am at him. 

My parents are home for the next few days, which is nice. Sometimes it's lonely living alone all of the time. 

Currently my Dad is in the living room watching some soccer game, and my Mom is in the kitchen making dinner for the three of us. My older sister, Faith, is in the Bahama's with her friends. Then she's going to Paris for the week with her boyfriend. So, she won't be home for a while.

I walk into the living room and sit besides my Dad who is focused on the television. "Maybe while you guys are home we can eat at the country club?" I ask my Dad. 

His eyes glance over to me then to the television.

"Yeah sure," He sips his beer before placing it on the coaster. 

"I also need your signature for some forms for school. Since I'm taking some AP classes I want to turn them in now," I say.

"Leave them on my desk in my office," His voice sounds a bit snappy and annoyed. I look to my lap and nod. "Why don't you go uh, help your Mom in the kitchen?" 

"Sure," I mumble. I stand up from my couch and walk to the kitchen. 

I know my Dad's favorite daughter is Faith. He hasn't told me of course, but I overheard him tell Faith that one day, which made me feel sad.

My Mom's favorite is also Faith. She never admitted it to anyone, but you can just tell by the way she treats her then me. 

"Need help?" I ask my Mother with a friendly smile. My arms are behind my back and my voice is peppy.

Her eyes look to me then to the pan with chicken in it. "No, I'm good," She says. "What are you wearing?" 

I look down at my outfit. It's a tee shirt that's black, and leggings. At home I don't tend to dress up unless we have family over, or a party happening. 

"Clothes?" I answer. Her eyes roll at me by my response.

"I always say, wear pajamas's when you're going to bed, or you're alone in your room. It's classy and more elegant to wear your regular clothes, Quinn," She says through a huff. 

"Did you want me to change?" I ask her.

"No, but just remember, okay? Your husband isn't going to want you to wear something that makes you look sloppy," I bite my lower lip at her words and just nod. 

"So, you don't need help?" I direct the question back to it's original topic.

"No, Quinn," She says through a sigh. "Go bother your Dad or something." Her sentence oddly makes my eyes pinch. 

I exit the kitchen and head upstairs. The only part of this house I like is my room. It makes me feel safe and happy.

I lay down on my bed and see it's only five thirty. I hug my pillow that is beside me and close my eyes. My head is throbbing, and I have a small headache forming. 

***

I'm seated at the table with my parents for dinner currently.

They're having their usual conversation, and whenever I try to talk to them, they ignore me and resume their own conversation.

I guess I deserved that for interrupting or asking them something when they just got home from DC. 

I usually don't eat with them, but since I haven't seen them in a while I thought eating with them wouldn't be bad. Now I remember why I don't eat with them. It's basically like eating with myself but listening into some else's conversation.

"Faith will be back July 12th," My Mom says.

"Oh, that's so far away," My Dad says in a sad voice. It's June 17th now. 

"I know, we haven't seen her in a while," My Mom says through a small sigh. "We should take her to the country club for dinner,"

"Good idea," He says, agreeing. "Maybe we should surprise her with something since we haven't seen her in a while," 

They continue to speak about my sister, who in their eyes is perfect. I know she's far from, and could easily pop their bubble any moment that I please. 

Times like this I wish I had a boyfriend so I could just get away and be with someone who cares about me, they way I do them. But, I assume it's for the best that right now I don't have one. After everything with Richard, I don't want a boyfriend. 

"May I be excused?" I ask my parents after I'm done eating.

Their eyes glance to me. "Yeah, go ahead. I was wondering why you were still sitting here," She chuckles causing my eyes to sting.

I leave the table and head upstairs to grab my things.

***

I lay on Joy's bed watching TV with her. Usually when I want to get away from my family, or not be alone, I go over her house. Sometimes I spend the night, or I just stay until I feel like going home. Either way, I like being here more sometimes than home. 

"Do you mind if I spend the night?" I ask my friend while looking over at her. Her throw pillow is in my arms and my eyes are soft. 

"David is supposed to come over in an hour," She says making my heart pinch.

"Oh, that's fine. I should uh, get home anyways," I say while getting out of her bed. I put on my shoes and gulp down the lump in my throat. 

"I can cancel though," Joy tells me once I'm about to leave. 

"No," I say. "Have fun. Thanks for letting me come over, tell you Mom I said goodbye," I say before I leave her house.

Her head tilts at me and I just smile politely before I leave.

***

I sit in my car eating french fries from McDonald's and drinking a milkshake that I'll casually dip a french fry in.

If I really feel down in the dumps I'll go to McDonald's and eat my sorrow's away. I go to the store out of town though so no one from school see's I'm eating fast food. You'd be surprised how much hate I'd get for that.

My thoughts take over me, making me feel sad.

Sometimes I just wish I felt wanted somewhere.

A://N

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