Solace (completed)

Chapter One

Alexandria Solace

   I wake up ignoring the ache in between my legs.

   Turning over in my bed, I sit up and take my phone off the charger. I look at the time. 7:45.

   The first day of school is today. I start at 7:30, perks of being a senior, but Mateo starts at 9:15 so I have to wait till I drop him off to go to school.

   My teachers knew I have to take my brother to school in the mornings so missing my first period class wasn't an issue. The only issue would be the look of pity my English teacher Mrs. Conners would give me. Poor 16-year old girl, having to miss school to drop her brother off. I didn't mind.

   But now I'm 17. New year, and new teachers to explain my situation too. I don't care if they don't understand honestly, if you can't understand a 17 year old girl having to drive her brother to school because her parents can't? Well your the asshole. Not me.

   Luckily when he started school my junior year, I explained everything to the principal and she was fine with it. She understood, and she said she would make sure my first period teachers did as well. Her approval was the only one I needed. Now, my teacher will have to accept it, and give me my work to go during my free period so I can make up for it.

   The only good thing this year is, new car.

   I had to dip into my savings for it, but I didn't care. I made sure to get the cheapest car possible, of course, cheapest means oldest and shittiest but yet again, I couldn't care less.

   I used to use my mothers car. She never used it, and she sure as hell never noticed it was gone. But I have my own now so I don't have to rely on her.

   I go to stand and am hit with an ache in my abdomen and stinging in my core.

   I wince and clutch my eyes together tightly.

   Your okay, it's gonna be okay. It'll be worth it. Your gonna be just fine. Everything's okay, your okay, Mateo's okay, everything is fine.

   Everything is fine.

   I suck in the tears that are bordering my waterline and painfully walk to my door. I turn the knob slowly so it doesn't creak, and look around to make sure my mother and father aren't around.

   I don't call them mom and dad. I stopped at 13. Mom and dad are titles that are earned, and they lost them. But I cant call them Teresa and Robert so I stuck with mother and father.

   I open my door just enough to fit my body through and start tiptoeing to the bathroom.

   Taking a quick glance to the living room, I see that old bastard on his rocking chair with a beer in his hand and his mouth open, he's asleep.

   I wonder where mother is...probably in the room. I don't dwell on the thought any longer.

   My house is pretty average. It's a one level with a basement. My room and Mateo's room are right across from each other and the bathroom is right in the middle. My parents room is slightly away from us, but close enough to where I can hear them leave their room.

   I close the bathroom door quietly and turn on the shower. I discard my clothes and set them on top of the toilet, I'll put them in the hamper in my room.

   The sound of the water hitting the tub reverberates through the room, the steam from it starts fogging up the mirror, and I dare myself to look.

   I look at the girl with black hair and brown eyes. I look at the girl with mediocre medium sized breasts. They're average at best, but one is bigger than the other. Some days I like them, some days I don't. I like how my nipples look though, not many do. I look at the girl with some chub, not much, but some, on her upper arms. I look at the girl with full lips and a pudge on her belly. I look at the girl with thick thunder thighs, too much thigh. I look at the girl with a mediocre ass. I look at me.