"Jonny?"I asked.
"Yeah?"He said
"Is something going on that I don't know about?"
"What to do you mean?" He asked clearly confused.
"I mean, you've been acting down lately. I feel like somethings going on in your life that is causing this that I don't know about."I said
"I'm okay Paisley, I don't want you worrying about me when you're already under all this pressure." he said concerned, almost demanding.
"But if something's wrong, Please don't keep it from me Jonny." I said he gave me a look that said no. "please."
"Paisley-" he started.
"Promise me." I said. "I have every right to be there for you after all you go through for me. And you don't have parents to coddle you, so you come to me. So if something's wrong Jonny, don't keep it to yourself okay?" I said
"Alright. I promise." He said in final response, meaning that whatever was wrong, he didn't think I needed to know.
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I was washing all of the dirty dishes at 1 in the morning when my mom arrived home from her work, looking like a mess. I had to stay awake untim she got home. It was the rules. Her face was plastered with smeared bright neon makeup that made her look like an over exaggerated Barbie doll. The face accidentally got stuck in a microwave, making the makeup melt down the cheeks. She was covered in food and something that made me barf in my mouth. The disgusted look on her face made her look more like a monster a little girl would imagine under her bed."Oh my gosh. This is so unacceptable." she looked at me incredulously, as if it were all my fault. "Get this shit off of me this instant."
I obeyed and collected a rag with water. I approached her with hesitance, not knowing whether she'd hit me. One wrong move and she probably would.
"Don't just stand there." Her raspy New Jersey accent always made me hate her more. She wasn't even from New Jersey. I assumed it was all an act. She's a wanna be, especially if she tries to look like Barbie.I wiped the muck off her arms and legs. I attempted to get it out of her hair but it wouldn't.
"Let's go upstairs and I'll clean you and get you fresh clothes." I said casually, showing weakness never helped, but showing too much confidence meant power. Power meant punishment. I kept it even. My chances were better that way. However there was nothing I could do about my father. It was like he viewed me as a human sized cock roach, always trying to step on me and break me, kill me.
I ran the bath and dropped a bath bomb in it. She had to have bath bombs. I helped her undress. She acted like a toddler toward me sometimes. But I was really just a slave, forced to do dirty work.
I scrubbed her clean before dismissing myself from the bathroom to get her some clothes.
I walked into my room and found Jonny laying on my bed, his head under his hands, staring aimlessly at the ceiling which I had painted with numerous designs that had no meaning or destination.
"What have you been doing?" He asked.
"I'm finishing bathing our drunk mother, that's what." I said getting moms portion of clothes from a laundry basket of clean clothes. I always brought the baskets of clean laundry into my room. I never spent time in any other room besides mine. I've never sat down on the couch and watched T.V. I just couldn't. My room was my only freedom. So I did my work in there. I pulled out a silky indigo button up with some casual pajama pants and some flashy slutty material undergarments, which were the only kind mom owned, from the basket and carried them out if my room.
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Shy Eyes
Teen FictionPaisley and John Evergreen have been riding in the same boat for a long time, living with their violent parents for all of their lives, left with nothing but each-other. Paisley believes she is only a whole person when he is with her. They protected...