Insatiable (ON HOLD)

Part 7: Comfort

It was about mid-November. My mother came home. I stood in the hallway as the same thing happens every time she comes back home. My father forgives her and we move on but this was different. "Where the fuck is that slut!" She said. "Makenzie what are you talking about?" My dad asked, "you know who I am talking about! There she is!" She ran up to me and pulled my hair. "You whore! What the fuck do you think you're doing running around with boys! You'll end up pregnant or something!" She said. She grabbed my hair tightly, "let go of me!" I yelled, "no answer me! Answer me you whore!" My father ran over to us and tried to get my mom to stop. "Let go of her, Makenzie!" He yelled. Then she slapped my dad. I got out for a second and then slapped my own mother across the face. "What the fuck is wrong with you, you abuser!"
"Of come on a fucking man can't get abused by a woman!" I slapped her again. She pulled me by my hair again. It hurts so bad. My eyes watered, I wanted to cry. I kicked her and she let go. She had ripped out so much of my hair! My hair, once down to my waist now a big chunk was gone! "Get out, leave!" I said, "you have no right telling me what to do, little whore!" She replied, "little whore? You know I guess it must run in the family then!" I said. I saw my dad get up and grabbed the kitchen phone. He dilated a number, only 3 numbers. He was calling the police. I heard him say something as my mom kept yelling at me. It was only a few minutes and I heard sirens outside and then police busted in the door.
That night they had arrested my mother.
We stood outside as I talk to the police. Delilah who was just woken up was clingy on to me tightly. It was so embarrassing standing out there with the police surrounded your house. And Glendale was such a small town everyone is gonna know what happened.

A while later at about 2am we had finally gone to sleep. I couldn't sleep. I look over at Delilah all the way across the room. Sound asleep as her eyes were wet, she cried herself to sleep. I sigh and quietly get up and put my sweater on and my shoes. I opened the big window in the middle of the room and climbed out. I made sure to leave a note and I was off. I was going to William's house.

I ran all the way to the back where his bedroom window was. I had only been here once in the summer when I met his parents. I knocked on the window. He opened the curtains and said "what the hell, Diana!" It was muffled. He opened the window and I climbed in and landed on his bed. "What are you doing here at 2 in the morning?" He asked. I had told him what happened, everything from start to finish. About my mom's drug addiction and what happened. "I'm sorry. I just couldn't sleep and now my hair is ripped out!" I cried. Tears had started rolling down my face. It was so embarrassing crying in front of William. "Hey, hey it's alright. Everything is gonna be okay" he said as he wrapped his arms around me. His arms were so muscular. I felt so safe in his arms.
William comforted me and helped me cut off the rest of my hair so that it was even. I looked in the bathroom mirror, my blond hair was now at my shoulders. "You look good with that hair" he said, I chuckled, "guess we both got haircuts now" I said. He chuckled and I put my arms around his neck and kissed him. William was all I needed. I didn't need my mom, who would even want a mom like that? I would rather have no mom.
We fell asleep around 2:30am.

The next day we got up and I had gone back to my house to get ready. I walked out and saw William again. "Hey" I said, "hey." He grabbed my hand and I held on tightly. Dalton came up to us. "Hey, Diana, Delilah. Um- hi." I could tell he was about to say something about what happened but decided not too. I walk over and hug Dalton. He really was still my best friend, even if we weren't as close now.

Of course when I walk into school I get so many stares. I knew it. I knew word would get around right the next morning. Misty, Holly, and Lottie walked up to me. "Hey, Diana. Oh you cut your hair?" Misty asked, "not by choice" I replied. They stayed silent. Honestly I'm not sure if the silence made me feel better or worse.

I went to my first period, english. People stared as I walk in and put my bag on my desk and sat down. The teacher walked in. He looked at me but didn't say anything.
After class I walked up to his desk again. "Mr. Morris I just want you to know that I am fine" I said, "uh, t-that's great to hear Diana. And you know if you ever need anything or anyone to talk to I'll always be hear, I'm willing to listen to anything no matter how small or stupid" he replied. "Thank you" I replied.
I really love Mr. Morris, he was a good teacher. Not like the other teachers, I think it was because he was closer to our age than the other teachers. I did love him. It was type of love that can't be described between a student and a teacher. I walked up to William and grab his hand. I love William as well. But in a whole different way. I can't describe it either, but he makes me feel safe and he always complements me. I look across the hall and me and Dalton make eye contact. I love Dalton too. But not the way I love William. I love Dalton for all the memories I had with him and how he made my childhood way less lonely.