The Beginning
As I laid there staring off in the distance thinking about my life I am interrupted by my wonderful mothers screams flowing through the house. Laying there I feel a chill in the air as a breeze whisk through my bedroom. I shiver as the breeze blows over my body, I decided then to get up out of bed and go take a hot shower to warm my body. After my shower, I stood in front of my bathroom mirror staring back at the stranger in the reflection. I grab my brush off the sink cabinet and slowly brush through my long wet hair, after detangling y hair I walk over to the closet. Opening the door I grab the hairdryer off the small shelving, I walk back over to the sink lugging in the dryer I dry my hair for the next fifteen minutes. After my hair is dry I try to style it the best I can, I’m not really the best girlie girl out there. Five minutes later I give up just deciding my hair looks perfectly fine done on my shoulders as it is. I walk back out to my bedroom reaching my bed memories of my childhood flood my mind. Memories of my parents screaming at each other, me escaping the screams by running out out to my childhood tree house that sits in the big oak tree in our backyard.
My childhood wasn’t the best, the only thing I remember about my childhood is being this scared little girl afraid to laugh or talk in her own home. I never knew what the words “Love Or Happiness” really meant growing up. My parents never showed me an kind of emotion growing up, my dad tried his best until my mom came in and started screaming. I don’t have one good memory of them together, all of my memories are filled with my parents screaming or slamming doors on each other. The only good memory I have from my childhood is that small tree house my dad built me in our backyard.
I am brought back to reality from my mother throwing a pillow at me from behind. I turn around to no surprise is standing there in her old dirty rob drinking what ever God knows what is in that cup she is holding. I never understood her my mother, for as long as I could remember she has always been so moody and angry all the time. When I first mentioned to her that I didn’t want to stay here in this town forever she was furious, mainly because she could never get out of this stupid town herself. Every chance she had she would go on to me about how she had her whole life planned out for her. Then one day my dad came along, her high school sweetheart Richard impregnated her while she was only sixteen. My dad tried to make it work with my mom, but it was never mean’t to be. My mother is to straight forward and mean to have her been with my dad. My father was always so down to earth with me, he was the kind parent trying to comfort me when my mom would come home drunk and screaming. My mother just didn’t want it to work with my father, she would always pick fights with him and blame him for everything wrong in the world. It wasn’t until I was eight years old when she kicked my father out of our house. He really tried to fight for custody of me, pleading that my mother was in no place to raise me. But my mom won in court, being a woman the state sided with her. After that my moms drinking got worse as I grew older, that’s when she started blaming me for everything. As I became a teenager I basically lived at my best friends house because I was afraid to go home after school. But still after all of those years ago when my mother got pregnant with me she still thinks I’m the one who’d destroyed her life.
After I graduate high school I decide not to go to college, I always hated school so I figured why put myself through four more years of it just to end up with one boring life. Ive always been the kind of girl to get out and enjoy life, travel the world filling my journal with pictures and story’s of these amazing sights. So I wanted to stay here for now and find a good job to save up enough money and do just that. After months of looking for a steady job i gave up hope. Finally I settled with a job as a waitress at a local restaurant named “ Pats Kitchen”. I worked there every week Monday through Friday, seven am to seven pm. I enjoyed having the social interaction with everyone at the restaurant, it was like a big family with the locals that would come in every week. But mostly I loved getting it of the house away from my hateful mother. I worked there the rest of the summer to try to save money for a small apartment fro me and Elizabeth to share. Elizabeth decided not to go to college either, the reason we were such best friends is that we both hated school. So Elizabeth got a job at a small boutique down town while I worked at the restaurant. Both of our dads grew up together, so naturally we were too. Our mothers on the other hand hated each other my mom was a drunk abusive mom, Mrs Wayne was the totally opposite she was the bake sale mom always involved in their children’s life.
It’s mow mid September of 2015, it’s Saturday which means I’m off work so of course me and Elizabeth are hanging out, like we do almost every weekend. As we are sitting on Elizabeth’s front porch she mentions to me that her grandfather Scott is looking for some help on his farm in North Carolina. “Girl you know you need this you’re eighteen, your mother wouldn’t even notice you were gone. I want you to have a better life, you have to get out of this shithole town” Elizabeth rants to me as she puts her legs over mine on the porch swing. “ Bitch I know but still I don’t have the money to just up and move I would never be able to pay for an apartment to rent” I rant as much back to her. Although we live in Washington state me and Elizabeth were always tom boy girls. Growing up my mother just threw money at me and I went to buy my own clothes with Elizabeth. So naturally I just bought jeans, baggy shirts and boots, I have and probably always will wear this style of clothes, unless a miracle happens.
