Chapter 6
I sighed. This was not unexpected. I slapped his kids, of course he is going to kick me out, I would. I walked past him, up the stairs, and grabbed all of my shit. My suitcases, the broken necklace, and everything that mom gave me. Even the blown up condom…
Once I was done packing my things, I walked back downstairs. “I’m going to wait in the car. Give your mother a kiss good-bye, and let’s go. Hurry.” Lucas told me sternly. I nodded, and walked towards my mother who was crying on the couch.
“You don’t actually have to go, Tear drop. Lucas is just a little mad, but he’ll get over it by tomorrow!”
“Then I’ll come back tomorrow.” I told her. “But I doubt that he’ll forgive me by tomorrow. I slapped his kid, for Gods sake. If someone beat my child, I would kick them, out. Unlike you.” I knew that would hurt her. That’s why I said it. She would be frozen, and I could make a fast dash towards the door. “Bye, love you Mom.”
I ran out the door and the last thing I saw was the tear that came out her eye. It pained me to see her cry, but I really did need to get out of there. I opened the car door and slid myself in.
“Took you long enough.” He growled, and I rolled my eyes.
Once we were there, I studied the hotel. It looked kind of old, but it would have to do, obviously.
“I don’t have any money.” I informed him. He rolled his eyes and gave me 40 bucks. After, I walked into the hotel. The lady behind the desk greeted me. “Hello, I’m Cherie.”
“Hey… My… uh… Step dad made me a reservation here; I think it’s under Tear Drop Davenport?”
She typed something into her computer and looked through something. “I’m sorry… We have no records for Tear Drop Davenport…”
I sighed. “Try Mary Davenport, or Mary Jane Davenport.”
Once again, she typed something into the computer and read through it. Then she smiled. “Room 28, would you like an escort?” I shook my head no. “Well, it’s down that first hall to your left.” She pointed to the direction and I walked. I almost slammed the door once I got there.
I wanted to kill Lucas. He only did that to piss me off, the bastard. I skipped over to the computer and turned it on. I logged onto Internet Explorer, (after searching for Mozilla Firefox, which wasn’t on there) and went onto Yahoo.com. I had one e mail. I clicked into it, and it was from Bob. Ha.
Subject: Omegle friend!
From: ImAmazingInUrBed@Hotmail.com
To: Fuck_You@Hotmail.com
Date: April 23, 2008
Body:
Yes, yay for you. So, I know its painful to talk about, but… when was your first time getting abused? You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to… but I just wanted to know. If you tell me, ill tell you about my first time getting abused.
Wow… The first time I was abused… I… Wow. Just wow, I haven’t thought about that in forever.
I clicked on the reply button.
Subject: Omegle friend! From: Fuck_You@Hotmail.com
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Hell Is My Life
Novela JuvenilHave you ever been abused? Raped? Well, Tear Drop Mary Jane Davenport has. She's abused everyday by her father. Shes raped every time her brothers friends come over to her house. Her mother tries and tries to get custody of Tear Drop, but fails...
