Scarlett's secret ~ (Finding A Home)

chapter 1

Scarlett Marie get your ass down these stairs now, you're going to make me late for work. My mother hollered from downstairs.

As I made my way down the stairs, she continued to yell at me as normal. She wouldn't be doing this, if her husband Dean was still in the house.

Just because you're on school break does not mean you are going to lounge around this house and do nothing. I left a list in the kitchen. I expect everything to be done by the time we get home.

My mother stood there looking at me. I didn't say anything like normal. I just turned around and started going to the kitchen. I heard her Huff out and say, you're such an ungrateful child! As she walked out to her SUV and left for work.

My mother thinks that I'm ungrateful because, I don't speak to her. She thinks I'm acting out this way because of the move back here to Washington. Dean thanks it's because, I don't accept him as a stepfather.

Let me tell you about my past, so you will understand my story. It all started when my mother moved from her hometown in Washington to Colorado.

She ended up meeting my father, who had came home on leave from the Marines because of his father's death.
They met at the hospital, were my mom work there as a nurse.

They started dated and was together for a year. She became pregnant and she told my father that she did not want any more children. She was struggling to raise her son.

Who was 3 years old at the time. She told my father Charlie, that she couldn't afford to be pregnant. She would lose her job. She couldn't care for a baby.

So my father started to send her money to help her through her pregnancy. But my mother wasn't happy, because it forced her to quit her job. The money that my father sent wasn't enough, so she took on a part-time job working at a clothing store.

My father proposed to my mother but, she did not accept the proposal. She said I'm in love with Dean, her son's father. She told my father that it was complicated. That is why she couldn't be with Dean. That he just wouldn't understand, she told him.

My father said that since, she did not want the child and she would not marry him. That he would fail for custody of his daughter which was me.

They ended up arguing a lot and my father even stopped sending her money and got a lawyer. When the baby came my mother didn't have a job at the time. She had a job interview scheduled 2 weeks after my birth date. Which was January the 12th but, I came on the 8th.

My father was away overseas, when I was born. My grandmother stepped in. It was 3 days after I was born my mother signed over my custody rights to my grandmother. I was 20 months old, when my father had got killed. He left a Will.

It claimed that I had inherited all his money. That I had full access to it on my 13th birthday.

Needless to say grandmother did not like that at all. So growing up with her was hard. She was not kind to me, she yelled at me for almost everything. She told me often that I was nothing but a problem.

By the time I was three, she had me to do chores to earn my keep in her home. As I got older, I had to do more stuff like taking out the trash, doing laundry and cooking food.

For the time I wasn't in school, I was there in her home. Doing chores she assigned me or doing extra homework she had set up on a laptop. I was never allowed to go outside and play like other kid. Every time I complained she would punish me. I wasn't allowed to eat supper that night.

I had learned from a young age, that I was to be seen but not heard. It was expected of me to keep high grade levels. To do as I was told and not talk back.

My grandmother fell sick, when I was 6 years old. My grandmother ended up passing away a month before my 7th birthday. She passway from double pneumonia.

The social service department ended up reaching back out to my mother to take me back in, because she was financially stabled now. So within a week I was moved in with my mother. I discovered that I had an older brother name Mark, who was 4 years older than me. When I was little.

When I ended up moving in with my mother and my brother things was different. For instance they would always talk about me, when I wasn't around. I hope me and my brother could be friends.

My brother never did seem to like me. He never said much to me. When I was in a room, it always seemed like he would ignore me or he would end up leaving the room.

My mother on the other hand was like my grandmother, she ended up giving me chores to do which I didn't mind. My mother worked at the hospital as a nurse, so she wasn't home a whole lot.

When my brother had to stay after school because he played football. I had to stay after school as well, until he got done. When we got back home and my mother wasn't there my brother was in charge of me. One thing I did like is that I didn't have to do so much homework.

When I was 12 years old some people ended up showing up at our house. My mom sent me to my room. Her and my brother stayed downstairs as they talked to the people that came. But of course I didn't need to be in the same room to hear what was going on.