Where do birds go?

Growing up in Scotland you see things you wouldn't be able to see in the rest of the world.
Like that man in front getting put into the back of police car for trying to break into his own house.Or the older man arguing with a junkie about using the post offfice machine, or the group of young boys that drinking and hollering major insults to the women that pass them. That's Glasgow for you though.
I suppose I should start at the beginning, see there once was a happy family, mum, dad, daughter living the life then the next.. like a black cloud on a sunny day everything was gone.
Thomas Star was the devil in disguise. He came in with that god forsaking blue suit took my mum and they gott married and fucked off. Basically leaving me and dad in our council house in Glasgow and never looked back.
That was when I was 6. He also has a son who's a capital cunt but that's a different story for another day. Fast forward 9 years and everything's went to shit.
Dads been drinking and drugging his self to death since she left.
My mum is worse though. She was an American who came to Scotland to get away for whatever shit she couldn't deal with , met my dad she never gave up partying mind you then I was born,but enter fuck face Thomas star and he singled handle destroyed everything.
Now, here I sit on a bench with my boyfriend, smoking a joint while drinking a bottle of buckfast thinking about how I would love to kill that fucker.
"What you thinking right now bird," Scott asked bringing me out of my favourite day dream.
Scott's been my everything for as long as I can remember he's older by 2 years but he's been there when everyone fucked up for that I don't know what I'd do without him.
"My mother and Thomas are visiting tomorrow". I say shrugging my shoulders taking a sip of my drink.
"Is He coming?." Asks Scott with a hard edge to his tone.
"Aye." I say a breath leaving me.
Thomas's son Lucas is what we Scots call a fucking bawbag. Hes 18 and a daddy's spoiled little rich brat, a child living off daddy's income, pathetic.
Over the last nine years I go and stay with them every summer and 3 weeks in November, if it was up to them I would live there but I don't want to leave my dad. He needs me I couldn't abandon him like that.
When she first left she came back One year later wanting to take me with her. I know unbelievable isn't It?. I screamed and begged to stay with my dad, He wouldn't let me go and after realising I wasn't willing to leave him, they made a deal.
I would spend time with them in America but I'll be permanently staying with my dad.
I go when I have to if it was up to me I wouldn't step foot in Thomas cage of hell.
"Donyou know why there coming? Don't ya think it's weird that they just phoned said they where coming here with no explanatio?." Says Scott looking at me with a confused expression.
"I don't know," I let out a sigh and turn to face him. " I shouldn't have to see them until June," I say wearily, " I don't want them here if they see dad.." I let that hang there.
If they see him in the condition he's in I don't there going to force me to go with them.My dad has demons, he doesn't need to see her to trigger anything else and he's been sober lately and I don't want anything tonfuck it up. "I tried asking why they where coming." I mutter.
I usually just fly on There private jet (yeah that's right rick prick has his own fucking private jet) but when I asked they said they just missed me and wanted to see me.
I call bullshit.
"Your sixteen in two weeks bird, then they can't keep making you jump every time they say how high". Says Scott smiling.
At 5"9 with chestnut Dark hair and a lean body, Scott's is every definition of handsom.
Brown eyes, white teeth, tattoos up and down his body, small freckles on his nose small lips and a clean save face.To put simpl, Scott's beautiful but, also caring and with a bubble personality that it shines, I think I'm more attracted to that they his physical appearance.
I don't reply back to his comment as I lean over and press my lips to his, it's a kiss to show how grateful I am and how much I love him. Ive been with Scott for a year but I've known him since we where children.
Lifting his hand so it's on my face he kisses me back but just for a secend before he stops.
Resting his forehead to mine he says.
"Lets go out tonight, mmm?, Well, not tonight I mean the whole Day." He chuckles to himself.
"I mean it's already two, and im drinking and have took a couple lines so I'm up for a drinking binge, if you are?."

Smiling dispute my mood that sounds like an amazing fucking idea.
I don't know why I know this, but I know somethings going to happen tomorrow, I just wish I knew what it was.
"Fuck yes we will crash at mine tonight dads staying over with tam for a few beer, so lets go and get fucking wasted." I say.
Giving him one more last kiss before we are jumping and heading to drink the night away.
If only I knew what was would happen tomorrow I would never have returned