Chapter 1 (short)
“Alannah! Get your ass down here right now!” My mother exclaims in her irritating high pitched voice. I get out from under my covers dressed in nothing but my calvin klein undergarments. I walk my plump little ass down the stairs already feeling the tension in my house. I turn the corner and see my Mother and stepfather in the kitchen, her hand resting on the granite countertop. Tapping her fake fingernails against them creating the sound of rain drops continuously pounding making me feel vexed. I can see the blood vessel in my moms brain exposing itself on the surface.
“Care to explain this?” She holds up a used condom with some-bodily fluids still inside. I know its not mine, for a fact.
“It’s not mine, ask Hartley.” I turn my back but I wasn’t able to escape in time.
“Don’t turn your back on your mother young lady!” I knew it wasn’t mine because I’m still...a virgin. There was no way they would believe because of the countless guy friends I bring over. We don’t have sex, we just hang out. My parent’s like to think I hold the title of ‘house slut’. I wish I could tell my stepfather my Mother is the real house slut. I walk forward in attempt to dismiss the explicit conversation and put it behind me.
“Pack your bags, you’re off to boarding school tomorrow morning.” My mother puts her red stilettos on the trash can pedestal on throws the used condom in the garbage, so she was just looking for a reason to send me their, that probably was my stepfathers condom- she licks what comes on her finger- Confirmed. Definitely his.
“You set me up didn’t you?” I question, she smiles and points her finger in the direction of my bedroom.
“When you come back, you’ll have to find your own house. I’m turning your bedroom into your Stepfathers saloon.” That b*tch! I run up the marble stairs and slam my door to make it noticable I was livid. I grab my chanelle luxury suitcases and stuff them with clothes,
“That fucking bitch. I’m not going to spend another night here. If she wants me to leave why wait,” I say angrily. That big lipped bitch isn’t going to know what’s coming for her when I’m done with that school. I go to my closet and take out my jewelry box, before I open it I walk to my door and wrap my finger on the lock of my door, twisting it till I hear-
*click*
I hop onto my bed and open my jewelry box pulling it apart piece by piece. I tear open the fabric until the glue snaps and cracks when I reveal my personal credit card I’ve been hiding for over 8 years. Every single cent I’ve put inside of this card in case my child like brain wanted to runaway from this big lipped bitch.
I grab a white crop top and dark blue denim jeans along with my lacy underwear. I put my clothes on and braid my long brunette hair and pair it with my black fedora hat. I grab each suitcase on walk out my bedroom.
