"Where the hell have you been?" My mom asked with her hands on her hips and a scowl on her face.
"I was at school then i walked home mom. The same as any other day." I sat at the counter and pulled my math textbook out of my bag, avoiding eye contact.
"Look at me kayla Evers," mom said with pursed lips. "I said look at me!"
Reluctantly i looked up at my mother.
Ms. Evers looked me up and down, taking in the dirty skinny jeans with a rip on my right knee. Though i had tried desperately to wipe all the dirt off of them, dirt still remained. She paused when she looked at my face. I forgot to wipe all the smeared eyeliner and mascara that streaked my face. I looked like a wreck.
"where have you really been going after school?" She asked, taking a step closer.
I looked down at my hands in my lap. When i met her eyes again i said, "i told you. I walk straight home after school." It wasnt a lie.
"Tell me the truth." She clenched and unclenched her fists.
"I am mother."
My mom took another step towards me and slapped me. "I said tell me the truth! What gang are you a part of? What drugs are you selling? What drugs are you taking?"
I looked down. My face stung where her hand had met my cheek. "Im not taking any drugs mother. Nor am i selling them. And why would i be a part of a gang? You should know me better."
She slapped me again. "I said dont lie to me! You dress in all black and blackout your eyes with makeup. You listen to that demonic shit you call music instead of listening to me. You hate your own sister. Your grades are dropping. And you've been coming home later than usual. Tellme what the hell is wrong with you! What is your problem?"
I put my hand to my cheek as i felt anger bubble up inside of me. "I cant take it anymore!" I yell surprising us both. "Youre always thinking im up to no god damn good! You really want to know why i get home so late? Yes, i walk straight home but then i get pushed into an alley and raped! By the same guy every freaking time! And my music isnt demonic it expresses emotion. Unlike Niki Minaj who just talks about money and sex and other meaningless crap!" I look up at her to see a look of astonishment on her face. She never expected me to stand up to her.
Her look of astonishment quickly turns to disbelief. "Stop making up horrible excuses. Tell me why you really are late coming home."
My jaw drops. She doesnt believe me. She doesnt fucking believe me. I gather up my things in my bag and storm up the stairs to my room.
I slam the door shut and lock it. I dont bother to throw myself onto my bed and cry into my pillow like i always do. Im actually going to do something for a change. Im going to do something for me.
I tear through my closet, throwing the few bits of clothing i have onto my bed. I grab my charger and a few other necessary things and stuff them into my bag along with the clothes. I zipped it shut and looked at my phone. 4:55. I will leave in five minutes. I have to leave this house. This town. Then maybe it all will stop.
I laugh. Funny how she didnt even come up the stairs to check on me. What a mother she is. Shes soo loving and caring. Haha the fucked up thing is, i am going to miss her just a bit. I mean, she is my mother. But shes not going to miss me a bit.
Kylie. My sister. Im going to really miss her. And its going to hurt too because all my life my mom has fed her horrid lies about me. Some of the worst are that i hate her and wish she was dead. Because of those lies, she treats me like bullshit. My mom even told her i tried to kill her a few times when she was younger. And though she doesnt remember and they are obviously not true, she still believes the lies. And it hurts like hell that i never was able to have a real sister relationship with her. She has no idea how much i love her. All because of my god damn mother. Everything seems to be her fault nowadays.
Before i know what im doing, i have a pen and a sticky note in my hands and im writing something.
Dear kylie,
Ive always loved you and i always will. I would do nothing to hurt you like mother says i would. Im going to miss you dearly.
Love always
Kayla
I slip out my door and silently stick it to her door just where she would see it but mom would have too look for to see.
I close my door and lock it again. I check my phone. 5:03. Time to leave.
I open my window slowly, so it doesnt creek. When its open wide enough i slip through onto the little porch and head for the stairs. Once im on the ground, i walk down the street towards the bus stop. I sit down on a bench and stare at the sky. Though im in town and there are lights are everywhere, i can still see a few stars. I find the first one i see and make a wish.
I wish my life was better. I wish it didnt hurt so much. I wish i wish i wish.
I open my eyes and sigh. I have learned that wishes really dont come true.
A few minutes later the bus aproaches. I get on and swipe my bus pass. I sit down in the back corner and rest my head on the window. Im really doing it. Im really getting away from all this bullshit.
I glance to the corner to my left and see a boy about my age, 16, looking out the window. He had soft black hair. He looked vaguely familiar.
He turned to face me, his hair in his eyes.
"Hi," i said with a warm smile.
"Hello kayla," he said, returning my warm smile.
"Umm whats your name and how do you know mine?" I ask, uneasiness creeping onto me.
"Im Axel. And im here to help you. Come with me. You can stay at my place. We need to talk."
Even though Axel is a complete stranger to me, i felt drawn to trusting him. "Ok. Thank you."
Axel moved his hair out if his eyes. They were those blue eyes. The ones that belonged to the boy that saved me earlier. "Youre welcome for saving you by the way."
