it's not that simple.

Chapter 1

sunday...

I slipped into the bathroom and slammed the door, leaning with my back against the wall.

Quickly I started dragging off my tight sweater and forcing my T-shirt over my head, pulling my jeans off with ease, and taking off my necklace and other clothing.

I tucked a lose strand of hair behind my ear and took 2 towels off the shelf, placing them beside the shower and turning it on. I could feel the burn on my sore knee, I reached to the shampoo and ran my fingers through my hair until soap dripped down toward my forehead. Wiping it away with the back of my hand I turned the water hotter, watching the intense heat rash spread across my bare skin.

My sore knee ached, sending pain throughout my leg.

"Bitch!" I uttered under my breath.

I glared at the pink razor siting on the shelf beside me, debating weather its worth the pain.

Grumbling some more I finished washing my hair, and started for the rest of my body, soap leaked from my waste pouring aimlessly down to my open cut. I clenched my knee and swiped the bubbles away angrily.

"I give up," I mumbled.

Turning the water to freezing i stood completely straight under the stream of icy water. I found myself laughing silently, why did this always make me feel good? I ignored my urge to continue to stay still, and turned the shower off. I climbed out and wrapped myself in a towel, and wrapping my hair in the other. Slowly I began to dry myself off, rubbing soothing lotion on my newly shaved legs. After pulling on my pajamma's, I removed the wet towel from my hair and ran a brush through my thick mop. Debating once again weather to dry it or not.

I picked up the snow white Blow Dryer and plugged it in. After a few minutes my long blond hair returned to its natural wave, and the damp stringiness disappeared.

I un plugged the Dryer and replaced it with my jet black straightener.

Even though it was 7:41pm i disided i'd crimp it so it wouldn't be so hard to do in the morning.

Wasting an hour on my wavy hair that just doesn't like to be crimped, I put my crap away and put my blue head phones into my ears. Blaring my girlish music, and thinking quietly to myself.

Is dad going to stay with this blond bimbo my sister calls mom?

He doesn't even like her, I for one hate her.

Shes rude and stuck up.

Just then the bitch herself came into the room, giving me a devilish look.

Probably because i had my feet up on her expensive dinning table but honestly I don't care.

I flashed her a conceiving grin and played innocent when dad came into the room.

She turned her back to me and i made ugly faces at her, dad frowned but couldn't hide his laughter.

Looking at his watch dad pointed for the stairs, I knew what he wanted from me. Sometimes i acted like more of a mother to my brother and sister then the bleach blond tramp storming around the house. So i did as i was told and went to tuck them in, giving hugs and kisses before tucking myself in. Wishing dad could have found some way to make my mother stay,

man i missed her a lot. But Summer was only 3 weeks away, and next year was my last year of high school. "I can't wait to get out of here," I thought to myself.