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Chapter 1

It was a brisk Autumn day, the kind that smelled of fallen leaves and the air nipped at your nose with tell tales of winter. I was walking back to my car from my last class of the day on campus. The small breeze blew a piece of my artificially died red hair back. It was the one thing that I felt I had control of most days. I took a deep breath and anxiously recounted everything I did today hoping I didn't forget any chores that I was supposed to do before I went to my class. My mother didn't care If my classes started at 6 in the morning. If I didn't Do the Laundry first thing in the morning so that she could have clean laundry to wear that day then I was ungrateful. I remembered waking up at 5 and throwing in a load of laundry into the washer before I started working on an assignment that was due today. I remember the assignment took longer then I thought and then...Shit. I forgot to switch it into the dryer.

I quickly rushed over to my car immediately igniting it and checked the time. It was 2:30 and mom was drinking pretty heavily last night so there's an off chance that she's still asleep hungover and hasn't realized that I failed to do my chore this morning. On a typical day It takes me 20 minutes to get back home from campus. Today I made it back in ten gaining me a few angry car horns blaring at me as I went through a couple stop signs, oops. I pulled up to our small blue ranch styled house and as quick as I could put the car in park and grabbed my purse of the passenger side . I slammed my car door quickly and dumbly snagged my blue hoodie in between the door and the car causing it to tear . I swore under my breath and turned back around to dislodge the offending item when I heard to house door slam open. My mother stood with curly brown hair sticking out in every angle in a bathrobe and pajamas on the front steps glaring down at me.

"What the hell do you think your doing making all of that ruckus huh? Are you trying to piss me off? Punish me? Embarrass me?" She stomped down the short steps over to my car with a crazed look in her eyes. My heart hammered against my chest and I could feel my anxiety intensifying with every step. Some days were good with her, that is as long as I did everything right. But the moment I did things wrong, well lets just say a lot of verbal abuse was involved. I've always felt helpless, I mean she's my mother its not like I can stand up to her or leave her right? My mouth opened and closed as I tried to collect my thoughts and say something back to her to explain my self. she squinted her eyes and huffed out at me

" What ?You to good to say something to you poor mother? To good to waste your words on me?" she sneered at me. she was close enough now that I could smell the booze from last night on her breath, causing me to gag slightly at the intruding odor. Obviously I should have tried harder to hold in my subconscious reaction as she then proceeded to back hand me across the face. I stumbled back as tears pricked to my eyes. This was new. She had never hit me like this before. Out of the corner of my eyes I could see the neighbors peeking on the window . I turned my head to look at the other house next door and noticed that they were watching with their door open. This isn't good. I could feel my heart race even faster and harder against my chest

"You bitch how dare you gag at your mother. Its your fault you know. I wouldn't smell if you had done the fucking laundry in the first place. Maybe then I could have taken a shower huh? Did you ever think about that, stupid girl. YOU ARE WORTHLESS. You hear me?! You wouldn't be where you are if it weren't for me. I took care of you all myself and what do I get? Nothing. You get to go to college off with money you got because of my sorrows you ungrateful brat. I don't even get to see a lick of it!" At this point I felt like I was going to have a heart attack.

"N-no mom! I don't think that I'm always telling you how grateful I am of all my opportunities. Why can't you remember that ! Please stop yelling, lets go inside the neighbors are watching ." I pleaded with her with tears in my eyes.

"You fucking bitch how dare you make me out to be the bad guy you ungrateful brat" as she went to go hit me again I felt something snap inside me and screamed out no. I crouched down to the ground and covered my head as I felt an immense amount of power burst forwards from my body. Tears streamed down my cheeks as I hyperventilated trying to calm myself down. I rocked back and forth for a moment in the fetal position before I looked up and saw the destruction around me . There was fire all around me. the lawn was torched black and the windows busted on my car . The destruction went out about 10 feet. I saw my moms body slammed against our front door. Her clothes and hair singed, blood bleeding down from her face.