5. Clean up or else
When I went off to bed all I could think about was my dads reaction about the house being trashed. I mean I know that he's going to be so mad but what about my beating? I know it's going to get worse. Shit. How many more scars and bruises can that man give me? All I could do is wait.
After what felt like an hour of sleep I heard the front door slam. Straight away I got up out of bed and locked my door and I texted Sam (who was right across the hall) to do the same. And he did. I got close to my door and listened to the swearing that came from his mouth. I kinda of laughed but I was scared as fuck. "SAM, JAY! GET OUR HERE RIGHT NOW!" he yelled. Now comes the worst part. I heard Sam's door unlock and open first and I opened mine after. We looked at each other with the same amount of fear in our eyes. We didn't say a word as we walked down the steps. "Which one of you cares to explain why this house is a fucking mess?!" he said. Sam was the one who spoke up. "Look dad it was me. This was all my idea I swear. Don't beat up Jay this time instead beat me up. I'm sorry dad." he said while holding back the tears. I feel like shit. He doesn't deserve this. "No dad. Beat me instead. I did most of the mess. I'm sorry." I said. He looked at me then at Sam. "SORRY DOESN'T FIX THINGS YOU ASSHOLES! BOTH OF YOU CLEAN THIS HOUSE UP BY THE TIME I GET BACK AND IF YOU DON'T BOTH OF YOU WILL GET BEAT YOU HEAR ME?!" he screamed. We nodded in response and we walked out of the front door slamming it behind him. Me and Sam turned to each other and hugged. we cried into each other when Sam said, "Next time I pull you out of school lets just stick with junk food and movies." which made me laugh a little bit. I agreed and we both stared to clean up the mess we made. Thank god I didn't get beat.
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