Krystal's pov
After a week, my parents kept to their word and kicked me out of the house. I grew up in. No hesitation. Nothing.
I came back from a morning jog that was meant to clear up my head and found my stuff outside thrown carelessly beyond the lines of their property like it was nothing but trash.
I marched past everything to meet them and banged on the door, no response. My heart was pulsing inside of my chest beating against my rib cage as I struggled to breathe.
Still nothing.
That was it.
That was all I meant to them.
More than anything I wanted to just fall down and let the tears drown me, why? Why was everyone treating me this way?
I even had to come back earlier from my jog because some girls approached me half way through asking all sorts of embarrassing and strang
