man i am really sad this book has three more chapters left :(
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After the incident, things went by really quick and before I knew it it was two days before our prom. Jamie had decided to go with our friend Luke. Angie was going with Charlie and Amelia with J.J. Emma said she would bring Brianna but Brianna is so shy I don't even know if she's coming. Alexis was so excited about going with David, she had almost forgotten to say she WAS going. Becca asked Mel if they could go together as friends and Mel said yes.

Hopefully you all know who I'm going with. ( ;] hahahahahaah what fourth wall?)

It had been a quiet Saturday so far, so I invited over Alexis to play video games. I opened the door and there she stood, her head hidden behind a pile of laundry. My eyes widened at her, but let her through the door. As soon as she stepped in, she dropped it all on the floor.

"Can I have an explanation as to why you just dropped a pile of laundry in my apartment?" I asked. Alexis looked up at me, out of breath and panting.

"My washing machine broke down, so as you texted me, my mom told me to bring the laundry and do it at the laundry place where I live. It was very heavy, but the store ran out of extra bags so I had carry it. Please tell me your floor is clean?" She explained in one breath. I looked at the floor, knowing where she had dropped the laundry is where we sometimes dump the garbage.

"Of course its clean."

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After playing a battle game for over two hours, we had finally come to the conclusion I was terrible at this game in a good way, because I kept winning.

"How the hell are you even managing that?" Alexis shouted at the TV as I knock her off the island for the fifth time that round.

"I dunno! I'm just pressing really random buttons!" I yell back, a grin spreading on my face. I smashed the X button to reveal the scores.

3-9.

"THREE TO NINE!?!?"

I laugh loudly, and stomping come from Becca upstairs. I laugh even louder. We go back and forth like that for a while before she comes down the steps.

"Andre shut u-HOW DARE YOU GUYS PLAY ISLAND DEATH WITHOUT ME." She plops down next to Alex and grabs a remote. Seconds after, Mel comes and does the same.

We play for half an hour more, and then we team up. Mel and I against Becca and Alex. My winning streak disappears as Becca begins to score.

"Dangit! This game is about punching people, its what I do the best!" Mel exclaims, jumping off the couch she was previously sitting on. She scores twice, knocking off both Becca and Alex.

"Oh yeah! Take that suckers! I got two points in one round!"

And this so why Saturdays are usually never quiet.

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Alexis leaves an hour later, leaving us three alone on a couch. That never really ends good. Suddenly, something soft collides with my face.

"Pillow Fight!" Becca screeches. She throws a pillow at my head and I duck. Mel rolls off the couch and hides behind the other couch. I dash to where she is and grab a pillow.

"Take this you blonde haired maniac!" And I hit her square in the face with a pillow. She stumbles back onto the couch. I take the remote an child it to her neck.

"Any last words?" I smirk and so does she.

"Yeah, duck!"

I zip down at the last moment, dodging the pillow Mel threw. It hits Becca in the face, and she pretends to die. Mel stares at the 'dead body' wide eyed before falling to her knees.

"Where did I go wrong, I lost a friend..."

I fall on the floor laughing. Becca is trying hard not to laugh, because she is supposed to be dead. Mel is making horrid crying noises.

"Okay, we are too stupid for this world." I say, laughs still falling from my mouth. Becca gives up on not trying to laugh because its too hard. Suddenly, my phone rings and I press call and pick it up without checking the contact.

"Hel-"

"Andrea Elizabeth Lexington, you come to this house right now. I raised you to listen to your parents but you ran away with your brother and his stupid dreams. It thought if I tried hard enough, you wouldn't end up like him, but he managed to get to you anyway."

My Dad. As soon as he finishes talking, I press hang up and drop the phone.

"Who was that?"

"My parents giving me more crap about Phil being a bad influence. I guess my Dad doesn't like him being gay. It explains why he hasn't been around since he told Dad last time." I tell them, both rolling there eyes.

"Dangit, he was so nice."

"He won't let Emma come over anymore. He found out she had a girlfriend and flipped, saying I should be helping her repent. It was funny." I giggle. Becca stares in shock while Mel just shrugs.

My phone dings, signaling a text had come in. I prayed it would be Emma, but my Dad's picture popped up on screen for a second before fading.

The text reads of nasty things about gays and Phil. He doesn't even name Dan, only calling him the f slur. Anger boils inside me, but I slam the phone down knowing that if I reply in anger I'll never get the point across.

So I come up with an idea.

After hours of throwing the TV remote around, Phil walks through the door, Dan right behind him. Bags liter their arms and I immediately know what to do. I signal to Phil to come over.

"Hey guys, go put away the groceries! Your too, Dan!"

He walks over, a bright smile on the face that was shut just days ago.

"Yeah kiddo?"

And I explain everything. Everything from the time we were in the accident to the present. He sits in shock. When I tell him about Emma, a smile makes appearance before falling at the mention of Nexa's name. When I bring up Dad, his body immediately tenses.

"He told me that you had stupid dreams, but he was probably upset by the fact you turned out gay." I sadly spoke.

"What did he say about Dan?" He asks, his head rising from the spot of where it just was. My breath hitches, knowing he would go ballistic if he found out he had called Dan such a disgusting name.

"Andre." He starts, "Andrea tell me what he said!" His voice raises and I blurt it out.

"He called him the f slut okay! That's what happened!"

And before I know it Phil has stormed out the door, in the direction of my house. I slip on my shoes, and rush out after him. I realizes it s raining and snatch an umbrella. I had manage to grab my phone for emergencies. I sprint in the direction of my house just in time to see him turn a corner.

"Phil!" I yell as loudly as I can thought the pounding rain. It hits my umbrella, making loud noises. I start running again, and skip multiple times. Finally, I spot Phil ringing the doorbell to the house. My legs dart to him and he nods his head toward me.

The door opens, and my little brother Dante is standing there in his pajama's. He grins at me, about to call to my parents but I press a finger to his lips. He understands, letting us in.

He's one smart kid.

I spot my mother and rush to her. She spins around to see me and her face flashes dark. My Dad comes down the steps.

"Andrea go to your ro-"

"Actually, I'm here to get my stuff to leave. All my life, you have taught me to love everyone as if I were loving !myself, and I always have. And I always will, unlike you. So being the legal age to move out, I'm taking my stuff and leaving!"

My Dad is fuming right now, but then Phil stands next to me.

"Hey Dad, what did you call my fiance? Such a disgusting slut? What happened to love? What happened?" He yells. My Dad pushes past me, and slams Phil into the wall. Dante cowers into me and he's shaking. My Mom jumps, heading to go stop my Dad. I know Phil is weak from just waking up.

"Hey!" I yell, throwing a apple at my Dads back, hitting him square on. He turns around and shoves me to the ground.

"Joseph that's enou-" My mom starts but is interrupted by the slam of the door. Dan is standing in the hallway, phone in hand. My Dad drops Phil, letting him slide down the wall. He walks to Dan.

Hell No.

"You homo, ruined my son. Ruined my life!" He yells, about to punch Dan in the face, but I push myself in from of him. A fist collides with the scars from the crash, and the pain is unbearable.

I passed out after that. Phil later told me, Dan had called the cops. Kyle, Emma, Mel, Becca and Jamie had come to my house. Everyone was concerned about out conditions.

And that's the story of how my Dad went to jail.
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wow

interesting right

-k