July 23rd
Don't touch me
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"Don't - Don't touch me."
Peter stared at his sister, dropping his arm from where he was about to place his hand on his younger sisters shoulder, swallowing hard. "Su-"
"No Peter." Susan cut him off. "I don't want to hear it, I've heard it all so many times before and I'm sick of it."
Peter hesitated for a moment. "Su you can't do this." He whispered.
"Do what?" Susan asked. "Do what exactly Peter? Because I can tell you this now I'm doing absolutely nothing wrong. At least I'm the one growing up, because you, Ed and Lucy all seem to be stuck in the past and still acting like five year olds."
"And you're acting at least ten years older than you are." Peter shot back. "You don't need to be going to parties every other night, you don't need hundreds of friends, you certainly don't need any of that makeup. You don't need a boyfriend, you don't need to be doing any of this because it's not you."
"No Peter, it is me." Susan told him. "That's what happens when people grow up, they change. But I haven't changed for the worse like you all seem to think, I'm having fun and making the most of my life, and I see nothing wrong with that."
Peter swallowed hard, before taking a deep breath. "Okay." He murmured, hardly having the energy to argue anymore. "Well, you have fun then, don't come home too late."
Susan rolled her eyes. "I'll be out as late as I like." She muttered, before leaving the house, slamming the front door behind her.
Peter's eyes closed, he hated when she stayed out late, but he hated it all, she had changed, and he hated it so, so much, because he just wanted the old Susan back.
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