Diary of a Psychotic Teenager

Summary- Sequel to COATR It’s been two years since Lucas snuck in through Riley’s window and things for them couldn’t be better. But since Bailey’s accident, Robert has been losing himself in his drinking, and all the stress has finally gotten to Riley…

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Chapter One: Anger

“Would you please stop staring at me like that?” Lucas asked impatiently as he looked over the top of the magazine he was reading. “It feels like holes burning into my skin”

“Well, excuse me for not wanting my boyfriend to leave” Riley said, rolling her blue eyes. She was sitting in a computer chair, spinning around in a circle.

“I’m not leaving, technically” Lucas said, sitting up on his bed and tossed the magazine aside. “I’m just going to college, I am 18”

“And that’s what I get for dating someone two years older than me” Riley said, rolling her eyes. “But do you have to leave so soon? And go so far away” she asked, kicking a packed suitcase as she stopped spinning. Lucas chuckled and motioned for her to come over.

“Do you not want me to get a good education?” he asked.

“Not if I’m not there” Riley replied and sat on the bed next to him and Lucas put his arm around her waist.

“You’re full of yourself, aren’t you?” Lucas teased as he looked down at her.

“What gave you that idea?” Riley asked sarcastically and kissed his cheek. There was a knock on the door.

“Riley, Lucas, dad wants to see us!” Bailey called.

“Coming!” Lucas called back and the two got off the bed. He opened the door and Bailey backed away in his wheel chair. Riley took him by the handles of the wheelchair, raised the front off of the floor, and slowly pushed him down the ramps beside the stairs.

“Thanks Riles,” he sighed, taking off his gloves and massaged his fingers.

“No problem” Riley replied with a small saddened tone. Lucas noticed and glanced at her, but she avoided his gaze. She wheeled him into the kitchen, to see Robert sitting at the table, looking forlorn.

“What’s wrong, Daddy?” Bailey asked softly.

“Well, Marie just called” Robert started slowly.

“So?” Riley asked, urging her father to continue. She had a bad feeling about what he was going to say next, but didn’t want to say anything, just in case.

“Well, she says that she wants to get to know your kids better, but wants to let Riley live with her over the summer, so she can get to know her first” Robert replied quickly, but Riley understood what he said.

“No” she said automatically.

“But she hasn’t seen you in years and she was begging me to get to know you” Robert insisted.

“You sound like you want to get rid of me!” Riley snapped. Lucas grabbed her arm, but she yanked it out of his grasp.

“I don’t want to get rid of you” Robert said gently.

“Sounds like you do” Bailey muttered, but shut up when his father glared at him.

“I just want you to get to know your mother” Robert replied. Riley jumped out of her seat, her eyes flashing with anger.

“WHY WOULD I WANT TO GET TO KNOW SOMEONE WHO HASN’T HAD ANYTHING TO DO WITH ME FOR YEARS?!” she yelled, and turned and started to run from the room.

“Riley, please be reasonable” Robert said, grabbing her shoulders. Riley roughly shoved him away.

“Riles, stop it!” Lucas cried. He grabbed Bailey’s wheel chair and pulled him backwards out of her way.

Riley grabbed Robert by the collar of his shirt and slammed him up against the cabinets. “Don’t. Do that” she hissed.

“Riley!” Bailey called. Riley looked over at his terrified expression and her eyes widened as she turned back to her father. She slowly let go of him and took a few shaky steps back.

“Sorry” she whispered and ran upstairs to her room. She slammed and locked the door behind her and pulled a diary out from behind her pillow. She opened it and silently read through the entries that she had written in the past two years. “This doesn’t make any sense, since the accident, I’ve had random bursts of anger” she whispered to herself.

She walked over to the mirror and looked at herself in it, nothing seemed to be different. She rested her forehead against it and sighed.

‘What’s wrong with me?’ she asked herself…