Allie's P.O.V

I was still annoyed with Luke. After I joked with him for a little, he acted like nothing happened. I was still irritated that he was going to be possessive and jealous whenever I talked to other guys. He had to trust me.

When he pulled up to my apartment, I got out and slammed the door shut. "Thanks for the ride."

"Wait, where are you going?" Luke called after me.

I turned around. "Home, what did you think?"

I left him at the curb and went straight up to my apartment. When I unlocked the door, Jasmine was sitting on the couch watching the Kardashians.

"I can't believe you're watching that shit," I said, tossing my keys into the tray we kept by the door.

Jasmine started and turned to look at me. "What are you doing home?" she asked.

"My class got out and I wanted to come home and chill," I explained, walking past her and dropping my bag in my room before coming back out.

"I thought you were going to hang out with Luke afterwards," Jasmine said.

"He was going to pick me up and take me home and he did," I said.

Jasmine paused her show to turn and look at me. "And he didn't come up?" she inquired.

I wrinkled my nose. "Why, you miss him that much already?"

Jasmine chuckled dryly. "You know I don't like him, Allie. I'm just wondering why he didn't come up here to fuck you like he usually does."

I narrowed my eyes. "Why, you miss listening?" there was something in her tone that I didn't like.

"No," she said smoothly. "I'm just wondering if you finally listened to what I said before about him."

I rolled my eyes. "The day I listen to anyone about anything is the day that I run through campus naked."

Jasmine raised an eyebrow. "So soon, then."

"Ha ha, very funny," I said and walked into my room.

I pulled my laptop out of my bag and settled on my bed in my browsing position, ready to simply ignore the world for the next couple hours. I had a shitty day and I wanted to forget about it.

Unfortunately, knowing my luck, my phone rang. I answered it without looking, assuming it was Luke, as he was the only person that ever called me.

"What do you want?" I asked, ready to simply hang up and go back to Tumblr.

There was a pause, then- "Now, is that any way to talk to your mother?"

"Oh, shit," I groaned.

"Language, Alicia," my mother reprimanded me.

I rolled my eyes. "Oh please, like you have a right to tell me what to do."

"I am your mother, young lady, you will do as I tell you," she said firmly.

"Right, because it worked out so well for you when you tried to tell me what to do," I said.

"I wanted to call and talk to you and have a nice conversation with my daughter, but I see that isn't gin to happen," she said shortly.

"What do you want?" I deadpanned.

My mother never called me. I didn't talk to her or my dad. The only person I talked to from my family was my brother.

"I wanted to know if you were coming home for Thanksgiving," she said firmly.

I laughed. "Right. Um, no, I'm not. I'm not really on speaking terms with you and dear old Dad, remember?"

"Speaking of your father, he would like to talk to you," my mom said.

I heard some shuffling, then my dad's deep voice said, "Hello, Alicia."

"Hey Dad," I said sarcastically. "How's California treating you? Still faking to be a happy place while hiding misery?"

"Alicia, you will not speak to me or your mother in this way," he said, his voice getting deeper as he got angrier. "We are your parents."

"And I'm an adult," I pointed out.

Dad chuckled. "Barely."

"Shut up," I said angrily. "You don't even know me, you have no right to be telling me what I am or what I'm not."

"Allie," his voice was softer now. "I know you're angry with us, but-"

"But nothing!" I cried. "When I told you I got accepted into Ohio State you told me I was a disappointment!"

"Alicia, please, just come home and we can talk about this," he pleaded.

"No," I shot back. "I'm not going to put myself in that situation. I wasn't healthy there. I'm better here, and I'm not going back there."

"Then how are we going to work things out?" he cried.

"I dunno, Dad, try reaching out to me for once instead of always demanding I do something for you," I said. "Try actually giving a shit for once."

With that, I hung up and buried my face in my arms. My head was between my legs and my shoulders were shaking slightly. This is the position that I went in when I wanted to cry, but didn't want anyone to know.

I hated my parents. They did wrong by me, and they expected me to apologize to them. They told me I couldn't be a psychologist or go to a school not in California, and they told me I couldn't do anything that they didn't approve of, which left me stuck in my room all the time.

When I didn't apply to any schools in California because I didn't like them, I got screamed at for not listening to them. When I didn't get accepted to Columbia, they told me that that made sense, as I wasn't good enough for Ivy League schools. When I did get into Ohio State, they told me I was a disappointment and that Ohio State was a horrible school compared to California schools and my education was going to fail there.

First chance I got, I was out.

Now, I barely speak to my parents and if I did talk to them, it was usually a screaming match.

They didn't understand what they did to me, and what I did to myself.

They didn't know I smoked my first cigarette at age fourteen.

They didn't know I got high for the first time at age fifteen.

They didn't know I wasn't a virgin when I turned sixteen.

They didn't know all the shit that I did trying to escape their holds. They didn't know anything. I did some bad shit when I was a junior and senior in high school. Of course I didn't tell them either, or show any signs.

I kept my grades up and stayed in my room whenever I was home so they couldn't smell my boyfriend's cigarette smoke on me. I didn't bring any friends or boyfriends home because I knew that they would judge me. I didn't smoke after I had a couple; I didn't like the taste. I stopped doing nasty shit when I neared the end of my senior year. I needed to get my life together, and I did.

I'm not on good terms with my parents. They were cruel and mean to me. I was happier in Ohio, which was kind of ironic as California was sunny and Ohio was dreary and rainy most of the time.

I cried for maybe five minutes before I wiped my eyes and climbed into the shower. I had done my crying over my parents. I didn't want to waste any tears on them. They didn't deserve my emotion.

I closed my eyes as the water washed away the dirt of the day, literally and figuratively. I let the water scrub away my parent's hold on me, all the shit that I did to myself and tried to fix, and the shit that happened today.

I'm not sure if it worked, but I did know that by the time I went to bed, I felt like I no longer felt tied down with the weight of the past. I felt free to live my life the way I wanted.

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Well, personally i think that the ending sucked, but tell me what you guys think! I'm very proud of having consecutive updates, i hope this makes up for the lack of updates in the past two weeks. This probably has something to do with the fact that i got a laptop from my grandma, so there's that piece of awesomeness. I hope you enjoy this chapter, please comment and vote!