love me; parmiga [major editing]

|02| highway to hell

|02| highway to hell

"Taissa, honey," my mother said as I unloaded my suitcase from the trunk. "Have a great time in Missouri, alright? Call us as soon as you land to let us know you're alright."

"Sure." I agreed, exchanging my set of headphones for a pair of earbuds from my carry-on and grabbing a cigarette in the process.

"Well, bye Taissa. See you in a few months!" my father exclaimed, patting me on the back.

"Au revoir, daddy-oh." I retorted, lighting the butt and taking a long drag.

In a final act of defiance, I flung the burning cancer stick towards his feet and stomped it. His face was red with anger as I gave him one last signature smirk and headed towards the airport. No 'I love you' was given, nor was a simple goodbye hug. There are only two reasons why there is such a lack of affection in my house. One, I am being raised by two emotionless monsters or two, I am genuinely hated by the people who conceived me. Neither option sounded better than the other.

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Standing in the parking lot, I let the phone ring as I took another drag from my cigarette. So much for caring about my well-being. Once it finally arrived to voicemail, I decided to leave a very pleasant message for my incredibly caring parents.

"Hey Mom. It's me. Your daughter, Taissa. The one whom you so kindly shipped off to Missouri for the summer. Just wanted to call and let you know that I'm here, like you asked. Have fun in Africa, I hope you don't get kidnapped by a tribe or catch a deadly disease. Bye!"

I ignored the condescending glares from the other people waiting around me and sat down on my suitcase. What am I supposed to do? I don't have an address or a phone number. Am I just stuck here? As tons of negative thoughts filtered through my head, a dark blue pickup truck pulled up right in front of me. The window to the passenger seat rolled down, revealing a young girl in the drivers seat. Grabbing my suitcase and other belongings, I made my way to the vehicle. Peering in, I noticed a familiar brunette with piercing blue eyes.

"Amaya?" I awkwardly asked, scratching the back of my neck.

"Duh—what, did you forget what I look like? Dude, it's only been like... ten years or something." she joked, rolling her eyes before leaning over and opening the door for me. "Hop in, we gotta get home. I'm already late as it is."

"You're telling me. I'm the one who had to wait for you." I grumbled, tossing my bags in the back before settling in the passenger's seat.

As soon as I got comfortable, the stench of skunk overpowered me, making my eyes water.

"Jesus, how much weed do you smoke?" I asked, quickly rolling my window down.

"A shit ton," she giggled. "Now let's get home. My mom's dying to see you."