The New Girl
Chapter Twenty Nine
-JOEYS POV-
It has been two days since the once happy couple told us the news. I am getting up early today because I am meeting Dani for coffee and I am going to help her decide what she is going to do about the situation. Brie slept over at Perrie’s last night. I was invited but I told them I was too tired. After turning off the annoying sound of my alarm, I climb into the shower and let the warm water rush over my exposed skin. When I realized that I was starting to day dream and I remembered that I am on a time schedule. I wash my hair and jump out. I crawl into a cute dress and curl my hair. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=97051435 )
After I slip on my shoes I head downstairs to meet with the face of the people I have been ignoring. Great. Please note that was sarcasm.
“Joanna! Come in here please!” I groan at my father’s request and trudge into the kitchen.
There they were. Just sitting there. My father was sitting at the table reading the newspaper while my mom was serving breakfast to the girls.
“What? I have places to be.” I say taking my phone out of bag and checking the time.
“Excuse me? You need to calm your attitude. I was going to ask if you wanted breakfast.” My mother says calmly. I scoff.
“Nope.” I say popping the p and turn to walk out.
“Joanna Grace Parker get your ass over here and take a seat!” My dad yells now getting angry. Whoops. Well too late to turn back. Might as well provoke. I stomp over and stand next to the table, not sitting down.
He huffs and starts his lecture.
“We are getting sick and tired of your awful attitude and sass. You need to get it in check! We are trying to have a civil conversation with you!” He yells at me. I roll my eyes.
“Why the fuck should I try to have a ‘civil’ conversation with you when you and mom can’t talk to each other without screaming! I only learn from the best!” I scream at him.
“Watch your fucking mouth Joanna!” My father is now standing up from the table leaning over it in my face.
“Matthew!” My mother yells at him from across the room. The twins are now crying.
Sooner rather than later, my parents are in a screaming match. My blood was boiling.
I grab the thing closest to me, which was a coffee mug, and throw it at my dad. Good thing I have terrible aim because it just missed his head and hit the wall behind him, shattering into a million pieces and sending coffee everywhere.
The room goes silent and I look over at my parents. My dad’s face was red with anger and my mom was crying.
“I am sick and tired of the shit going on in the family! You two need to figure out what the hell is going on and fast! You are not just ruining MY life, but you two are ruining Ella and Emma’s too. Look at them! They are fucking traumatized! And whose fault is that?! Oh! Right! YOU! Its your fault!” I stop my rant for a second and point straight at my dad. “You cheated! We were so happy dad! Why the hell did you have to ruin it! You are the worst father EVER! Look at what role models you are being! IM DONE WITH WHATEVER THIS IS! Because it sure as hell isn’t a family anymore.” I say and start to walk backwards. My dad opens his mouth but I beat him to it.
“Oh! And I hope you two get a divorce so I can be as far away from him as I can!” I say directly talking to my mom and acting as if my father isn’t even in the room anymore.
I run upstairs to my bedroom and slam the door shut, locking it behind me. I let out a loud scream and kick the wall, probably leaving a hole but I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t sad. Not yet. I was more just angry at my dad for ruining our perfect family. I grab watever I can and throw it at my door. Mostly just shoes were in my reach at the time.
I picked up the vase of flowers that was sitting on my window sill and threw it at the ground letting it break.
Next, I see the beautiful heart pendant that my dad gave me for my sixteenth birthday and threw it in the trash.
Still screaming, I climb up to my art room and grab as many paint cans as I can and bring them back down. I take handfuls of different colors of the paint and splatter all over my walls. When I get tired of using my hands, I just dump the paint cans over, letting it spill and sink into my zebra rug.
With my tantrum almost over, I spot the picture. My favorite family picture of all of us. We were standing outside of our New York house, and we were all holding hands. We were facing opposite of the camera and looking at the house as if we were saying goodbye.
I take it in my hands and leave a lipstick mark on the picture before slam dunking it into the ground. Glass flew everywhere.
I sink to the floor, now sitting on my knees in the pool of glass. I could feel the glass slashing into my skin as I put my weight on it but I didn’t care. My heart hurt worse than the glass now cutting deep into my shins.
That’s when the first tear fell from my eye.
-HARRYS POV-
“Yes! Mrs.Parker I will be right over. No need to worry. I will get her to come out. Yup. Yes. See you soon.” I hang up the phone.
“Okay boys, lets go try to coax Joey out of her room. Apparently the family had a screaming match and Joey cussed ‘em out before running up and having a tantrum. Her mom said she heard glass shattering and screaming coming from her room and now all she hears in sobbing.” I tell Louis and Zayn.
They nod and I grab my keys and we all jump into the car to head to Joey’s. I am really worried about her.
When we pull up to her house, I glance up at her window and see it covered in different colors of paint. Hmm? Wonder what that’s about? Right as we close our cars doors, Mrs.Parker opens the front one.
“Omigosh, thank you all for coming. I am really worried about Joanna. Please help me coax her out.” Joey’s mother sobs.
“Mrs.Parker we can probably get Joey to come out but it will probably be best if you stay down here.” I say as we walk through the front doors. I see Joey’s dad sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
I am going to be truly honest and say that I am still terrified of him. Suddenly, we hear squeals and tiny footsteps.
“LOUIS!!” Emma runs over and jumps on Louis. I smile slightly when I see him pick her up.
“Hey Buddy!!” He says to her as she puts her head on his shoulder and hugs his neck. I grab my phone and snap a quick picture of it. When I turn around I see Ella, sweet quiet Ella, poke her head around the corner of the wall. She notices that I saw her and she giggles and hides.
“What!? No hug for Zayn?!” Zayn says loudly pretending to cry. All of the sudden, she comes bolting from behind the wall and jumps up into Zayn’s arms. I snap another picture before I realize there is still my crying girlfriend upstairs.
“Um lads?” I say trying to get their attention. When I do, I give them the ‘um hello? Duh!’ Look and nudge my head towards the staircase. They nod their heads in remembrance and put down the sweet kids before following me upstairs.
As soon as we reach the door, I can hear her precious cries.
Zayn knocks on the door. No answer, only cries.
“Love, it’s me open up please.” I ask sweetly and still no answer. I turn to look at Louis and he just shrugs.
This time he knocks more forcefully.
“Joey. Come on. Open up.” Zayn says as he jiggles the door handle. Nope. Nothing. I reach above the door frame and find the key. I unlock the door and swing it open.
There she was. Sitting in the middle of a mixture puddle of paint, glass, and blood was my beautiful, broken girlfriend.
Oh. Fuck.
“Oh my god Joey!” I yell crunching over broken glass as I get to her. She looks up at me still sobbing. Her eye makeup was almost at her chin and her eyes were bright red. She looks so tired. As soon as the boys and I tried to pick her up, she passed out in our arms. I picked her up bridal style and handed her to Zayn. He took her and got the message. I am taking her to my house but I need to grab her things.
I walked over the mixture puddles and different shatters of glass as I climbed to her closet. Good thing her closet door was closed when she threw her paint around or else all of her clothes would have been stained.
I take a couple pairs of sweat pants and comfy clothing. I grab her makeup from the bathroom and grab her toothbrush.
When I finished, I see Louis is the hallway crouching and watching something on Emma’s small tablet. Louis’ hand was clamped over his mouth and he took her tablet. Probably sending whatever video she was showing him to himself.
“Don’t worry love, we will bring your sissy back in a couple of days okay?” He tells her. I don’t think he knows I am listening but I smile slightly to myself.
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As we are speeding to my house, Zayn is in the back with Joey’s head in his lap and Louis was looking through his pictures on his phone.
“Okay mates, so I took pictures of her room and guess what Emma showed me?” He says. Im not in the mood to play this game.
“Just tell us Lou.” I say calmly.
“She sent me the video of the scream fight they had. It’s hilarious actually. She throws a mug at him and Your girlfriend has quite the mouth on her.” Louis chuckles. I glare at him from the corner of my eye.
“I will just show you later.” He says in defeat.
It has been two days since the once happy couple told us the news. I am getting up early today because I am meeting Dani for coffee and I am going to help her decide what she is going to do about the situation. Brie slept over at Perrie’s last night. I was invited but I told them I was too tired. After turning off the annoying sound of my alarm, I climb into the shower and let the warm water rush over my exposed skin. When I realized that I was starting to day dream and I remembered that I am on a time schedule. I wash my hair and jump out. I crawl into a cute dress and curl my hair. (http://www.polyvore.com/cgi/set?id=97051435 )
After I slip on my shoes I head downstairs to meet with the face of the people I have been ignoring. Great. Please note that was sarcasm.
“Joanna! Come in here please!” I groan at my father’s request and trudge into the kitchen.
There they were. Just sitting there. My father was sitting at the table reading the newspaper while my mom was serving breakfast to the girls.
“What? I have places to be.” I say taking my phone out of bag and checking the time.
“Excuse me? You need to calm your attitude. I was going to ask if you wanted breakfast.” My mother says calmly. I scoff.
“Nope.” I say popping the p and turn to walk out.
“Joanna Grace Parker get your ass over here and take a seat!” My dad yells now getting angry. Whoops. Well too late to turn back. Might as well provoke. I stomp over and stand next to the table, not sitting down.
He huffs and starts his lecture.
“We are getting sick and tired of your awful attitude and sass. You need to get it in check! We are trying to have a civil conversation with you!” He yells at me. I roll my eyes.
“Why the fuck should I try to have a ‘civil’ conversation with you when you and mom can’t talk to each other without screaming! I only learn from the best!” I scream at him.
“Watch your fucking mouth Joanna!” My father is now standing up from the table leaning over it in my face.
“Matthew!” My mother yells at him from across the room. The twins are now crying.
Sooner rather than later, my parents are in a screaming match. My blood was boiling.
I grab the thing closest to me, which was a coffee mug, and throw it at my dad. Good thing I have terrible aim because it just missed his head and hit the wall behind him, shattering into a million pieces and sending coffee everywhere.
The room goes silent and I look over at my parents. My dad’s face was red with anger and my mom was crying.
“I am sick and tired of the shit going on in the family! You two need to figure out what the hell is going on and fast! You are not just ruining MY life, but you two are ruining Ella and Emma’s too. Look at them! They are fucking traumatized! And whose fault is that?! Oh! Right! YOU! Its your fault!” I stop my rant for a second and point straight at my dad. “You cheated! We were so happy dad! Why the hell did you have to ruin it! You are the worst father EVER! Look at what role models you are being! IM DONE WITH WHATEVER THIS IS! Because it sure as hell isn’t a family anymore.” I say and start to walk backwards. My dad opens his mouth but I beat him to it.
“Oh! And I hope you two get a divorce so I can be as far away from him as I can!” I say directly talking to my mom and acting as if my father isn’t even in the room anymore.
I run upstairs to my bedroom and slam the door shut, locking it behind me. I let out a loud scream and kick the wall, probably leaving a hole but I wasn’t paying attention. I wasn’t sad. Not yet. I was more just angry at my dad for ruining our perfect family. I grab watever I can and throw it at my door. Mostly just shoes were in my reach at the time.
I picked up the vase of flowers that was sitting on my window sill and threw it at the ground letting it break.
Next, I see the beautiful heart pendant that my dad gave me for my sixteenth birthday and threw it in the trash.
Still screaming, I climb up to my art room and grab as many paint cans as I can and bring them back down. I take handfuls of different colors of the paint and splatter all over my walls. When I get tired of using my hands, I just dump the paint cans over, letting it spill and sink into my zebra rug.
With my tantrum almost over, I spot the picture. My favorite family picture of all of us. We were standing outside of our New York house, and we were all holding hands. We were facing opposite of the camera and looking at the house as if we were saying goodbye.
I take it in my hands and leave a lipstick mark on the picture before slam dunking it into the ground. Glass flew everywhere.
I sink to the floor, now sitting on my knees in the pool of glass. I could feel the glass slashing into my skin as I put my weight on it but I didn’t care. My heart hurt worse than the glass now cutting deep into my shins.
That’s when the first tear fell from my eye.
-HARRYS POV-
“Yes! Mrs.Parker I will be right over. No need to worry. I will get her to come out. Yup. Yes. See you soon.” I hang up the phone.
“Okay boys, lets go try to coax Joey out of her room. Apparently the family had a screaming match and Joey cussed ‘em out before running up and having a tantrum. Her mom said she heard glass shattering and screaming coming from her room and now all she hears in sobbing.” I tell Louis and Zayn.
They nod and I grab my keys and we all jump into the car to head to Joey’s. I am really worried about her.
When we pull up to her house, I glance up at her window and see it covered in different colors of paint. Hmm? Wonder what that’s about? Right as we close our cars doors, Mrs.Parker opens the front one.
“Omigosh, thank you all for coming. I am really worried about Joanna. Please help me coax her out.” Joey’s mother sobs.
“Mrs.Parker we can probably get Joey to come out but it will probably be best if you stay down here.” I say as we walk through the front doors. I see Joey’s dad sitting on the couch with his head in his hands.
I am going to be truly honest and say that I am still terrified of him. Suddenly, we hear squeals and tiny footsteps.
“LOUIS!!” Emma runs over and jumps on Louis. I smile slightly when I see him pick her up.
“Hey Buddy!!” He says to her as she puts her head on his shoulder and hugs his neck. I grab my phone and snap a quick picture of it. When I turn around I see Ella, sweet quiet Ella, poke her head around the corner of the wall. She notices that I saw her and she giggles and hides.
“What!? No hug for Zayn?!” Zayn says loudly pretending to cry. All of the sudden, she comes bolting from behind the wall and jumps up into Zayn’s arms. I snap another picture before I realize there is still my crying girlfriend upstairs.
“Um lads?” I say trying to get their attention. When I do, I give them the ‘um hello? Duh!’ Look and nudge my head towards the staircase. They nod their heads in remembrance and put down the sweet kids before following me upstairs.
As soon as we reach the door, I can hear her precious cries.
Zayn knocks on the door. No answer, only cries.
“Love, it’s me open up please.” I ask sweetly and still no answer. I turn to look at Louis and he just shrugs.
This time he knocks more forcefully.
“Joey. Come on. Open up.” Zayn says as he jiggles the door handle. Nope. Nothing. I reach above the door frame and find the key. I unlock the door and swing it open.
There she was. Sitting in the middle of a mixture puddle of paint, glass, and blood was my beautiful, broken girlfriend.
Oh. Fuck.
“Oh my god Joey!” I yell crunching over broken glass as I get to her. She looks up at me still sobbing. Her eye makeup was almost at her chin and her eyes were bright red. She looks so tired. As soon as the boys and I tried to pick her up, she passed out in our arms. I picked her up bridal style and handed her to Zayn. He took her and got the message. I am taking her to my house but I need to grab her things.
I walked over the mixture puddles and different shatters of glass as I climbed to her closet. Good thing her closet door was closed when she threw her paint around or else all of her clothes would have been stained.
I take a couple pairs of sweat pants and comfy clothing. I grab her makeup from the bathroom and grab her toothbrush.
When I finished, I see Louis is the hallway crouching and watching something on Emma’s small tablet. Louis’ hand was clamped over his mouth and he took her tablet. Probably sending whatever video she was showing him to himself.
“Don’t worry love, we will bring your sissy back in a couple of days okay?” He tells her. I don’t think he knows I am listening but I smile slightly to myself.
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As we are speeding to my house, Zayn is in the back with Joey’s head in his lap and Louis was looking through his pictures on his phone.
“Okay mates, so I took pictures of her room and guess what Emma showed me?” He says. Im not in the mood to play this game.
“Just tell us Lou.” I say calmly.
“She sent me the video of the scream fight they had. It’s hilarious actually. She throws a mug at him and Your girlfriend has quite the mouth on her.” Louis chuckles. I glare at him from the corner of my eye.
“I will just show you later.” He says in defeat.
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