Chapter 17

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"Don't sit next to me, you piece of shit".

"Make sure to call me when you get there", My dad was freaking out for nothing, it's a fucking train

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"Make sure to call me when you get there", My dad was freaking out for nothing, it's a fucking train. I rolled my eyes at the last conversation I had with me. Dramatic.

I watched as people walked around the train carts, drinking or just plain arguing.

I had one more stop before seeing my mom. It's been a while since overseen her, now that she had a relapse I was sure what I was going to do.

I just hoped my room was the same as before. I should be since she knew I wasn't living with dad permanently. She didn't like my dad very much.

I had a spike of agitation when a little kid jumped onto the seat next to me.

"Are you a Satan worshiper?".

I looked at him, definitely curious. "What?".

The kid had a cross hanging from his neck. His hair was the replica of a Lego figure.

What creeped me out was his eyes, bright blue eyes. He looked at me as if he could see my soul.

"My mother said those you have things on their faces are the followers or Satan himself".

I traced my eyebrow piercing. The kid looked scared when I touched it.

"Tell your mum that She can go to hell". I hated moms who made their kids like this. They just cause more problems in the world later on.

The kid looked at me scared, did the cross sign in mid-air and ran for it.

I groaned. That mom is going to have a handful with him.

I don't have anything against religious people but if you say stuff that means I'm condemned to hell or like evil. I will not hold back my tongue.

I looked at the stop tracker on the top of the cart door. Nearly there, maybe 10 minutes?

"Momma that's her!".

I switched my attention to a lady holding a kid's hand. The little prick from before.

The lady let go of his hand and marched up to me. "How dare you talk to my son like that!".

I looked up at the raging woman. "Tell your son not to call me a satanic follower".

The lady's attention switched to my forehead, presumably my piercing.

"God save you, how dare you mutilate the body god has given you?!

The lady tried to sit down next to me. I instantly was pissed. Here she was about to tell me how I'll go to hell if I don't convert. What a bitch.

"Don't sit next to me, you piece of shit".

The lady sat up, her eyes filled with rage. "God will punish you".

"Oh go fuck yourself".

The lady stormed off with her son, basically crying. I noticed there were a couple of people staring at me. I just flipped them off.

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