The Forgotten

Chapter Fifteen

Third Person POV

Misty got out of bed. It was the weekend. Chaos was going on downstairs in the house. She didn't know what was going on. She went downstairs when she finished getting dressed.

"Mom, dad? What's going on?" She called out.

Her dad came running towards her and picked her up and ran to the car throwing her into the front seat as he got in the drivers side. He pulled out the driveway and drove.

"What's going on?" Misty asked with fear filled in her voice.

"Mom lost it," is all he responded.

"You said that last time before..." She trailed off.

Her dad looked at her with disgust in his eyes.

"You were weak and I was horny you were nothing and still are nothing but a piece of torn meat that no one wants anymore." He demanded. Than added, "mom tried to kill herself. I handcuffed her to the chair and called the cops. Your sister is fine she's over a friends house. You on the other will be staying with a girl from school," he finished, with that tone in his voice that said 'don't argue'

She sighed and as they pulled into the driveway Britney was standing there with her arms crossed, looking Annoyed.

Misty's father walked out and touched her cheek. Boiled raged inside of Misty and she got out the car. As She did that, Britney slapped his hand away and said "don't touch me, you think I'll fall for you? I fell for your daughter you sick bastard!" as she said that she turned to face a shocked looking Misty as Britney's face paled.

"This was a mistake I see. I think it's best if we leave," her father said.

"No," Misty whispered. "I want to stay" she said a bit louder.

Her dad looked at her shocked and got in the car before muttering, "lesbian freaks."

Misty then realized she had no father. If he couldn't accept her the way she was than she didn't want one. Than she thought 'it's not like I ever had one anyway.'