The First time

Chapter 1

They say that you are born with love and that you also die with it. Funny because I didn't think this would be true. I still have a hard time believing this.

At a young age, my whole family loved me. Well, it seemed like it. I would be loved by everyone. I was the last child and the most loved one. People would be jealous of me. I was everything everyone wanted. I was pretty, loved, funny, and most importantly happy.

Growing up this has changed. Life has become unless. Life becomes nothing. You see things you don't want to see. Experience things that hurt you. That changes you. People that make you suffer. People who leave you when you feel alone.

You eventually have to find the path on your own. No one will be holding your hand, right? No dad, no mom, no sister, no brother, no best friend, no boyfriend, and sometimes yourself.

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I hear a knock on the door. My mother walks into the room, "Mi Amor, estás ocupada?"

"No," I say while laying down on the bed with my eyes closed. I don't bother to get up. I don't need to. She will come to me. "Tu tia has a party this weekend. She wants all of us to come," I could feel her waiting for my response.

"Okay, but I have plans this weekend. You guys can go. You don't need me to come. I'm always bored at my tia's," I tell her with my eyes closed. I already know what she's going to say: Mija you need to go. Cancel your plans you can make new ones later. You need to be with family.

"Mija you need to go. Cancel your plans you can make new ones later. You need to be with family!" See why do I even bother arguing with her. She is always so difficult. "Mama, I had plans with some friends. And I don't know what time I'm coming back, " I tell her while slowly getting up. There goes my me time.

"No, no, no. You live under my roof and you will respect my decisions. You will go to the party and that's final," she was about to walk out the door until my words stop her.

"Mama, you knew I am 22 years old. I don't need your permission to go out.  You know why I still live under this roof is because you won't let me leave! I have plans this weekend and that's FINAL!"

I'm not much of a yeller but when she makes me mad, I get mad. I look at her with fear but also courage when she starts walking up to me. I know what's going to happen so I mentally prepare myself.

SMACK!

The feel the spare pain even before she hits me. I slowly turn my head back towards her to see if she's is still there. Nope. Gone.

I have never disrespected my mother. She starts arguments that make me mad at her. She sees this as disrespecting her but no. She has concluded that she is always right and I disrespect her.

I get up for the bed and look at myself through the mirror. I see the somewhat handprint on my left cheek. It's always the damn left cheek. I still have a bruise from the last time. Lucky I have full coverage makeup to fix this. Yay me! I have to deal with this every day. I get used to it after a while.

Now she leaves me with a decision. Should I go to my aunts or hang out with my friends. This is how I see it if  I go with my friends, my mother would be waiting to hit me but if I don't go with my friends (that I don't see often) I will longer have friends. So it's no life or get a smack.

I don't care at this point, I will be going with my friends to the club this weekend. IF I have time I will be going to my aunts for a little while. That's it. I made my decision.

I need to call my best friends first. She usually has BIG plans for the weekend. I like BIG plans but I'm not much of a party girl. I like to stay low and calm. Sometimes. You know what they say the quieter ones are the most freaky in b-

*Ring*

I pick my phone and see my "Best Friend Naomi 🥰❤️" is calling. She always seems to know when I need to call her. I answer the call. "Bitch. GUESS. WHAT. THE. FUCK. HAPPENED. I saw Sammy with Jason last week and they were fucking in the mall bathroom. I was like omg she is like a hoe...," she continues talking gossip about we people we hate or know. She is a talker. I usually just nod my head or just say "Hmm". She knows everything and if she doesn't she will find out one way or another.

"Anyways... So I have everything plan out for this weekend. We are going clubbing for the night but first, we will pregame at my house. Should we get ready at my house? I really don't know. It's up to you. OH, Jessica, Noah, and lily are coming with us too," Okay good thing it won't be only me and Naomi because I wouldn't make it out of the club.

"We will all get ready at your house and pregame there. I'm fine with all of them coming. We need back up when we get drunk," I tell her. "Great! We need to pick our outfits for Saturday. We should go shopping tomorrow! Yes, We will do that. Okay, I have to go because I have a client with me. Bye loves you, babe," I didn't even get a chance to say no to shopping. Whatever.

I check the time on the wall it's 9:30 pm. I should get to sleep because Naomi will have me running around tomorrow. I need to get ready first. I walk into the bathroom that is connected to the bedroom and do my night routine. Take a shower, put on my clothes, dry hair, Moisturize my face, put on eye cream, and brush my teeth.

I walk out of the bathroom and get my book for the nightstand and start reading. I'm currently reading It Ends With Us. I'm on chapter 13 and it's getting sad. I let the book take me to my dreams.

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My first chapter!! What do you guys think?
Be honest. I like to become better at my writing.
This would be my first-ever book too.
I hope you guys like it so far and continue to read it.
If you don't then that's all right :) 
The book will become more and more intense and full of drama. I have each chapter plan for the book.
And the chapters will become longer and longer.

Thank you!