You can’t keep doing this to yourself,” says Gwen. I hate how people are telling me how I should feel. There not the ones getting blamed by our whole town or have to move because every time you step out of your house you have to clean up the eggs that were thrown at your house and cars.
That’s what I’ve been going through every day since he’s been missing. No one’s asked me what really happened that night. All they do is make speculation and rumors. “Well Gwen you’ve never had to go this, so you don’t have the right to say anything about it,” I say back rudely.
“Don’t call me Gwen outside of this house okay. It’s mom.” If you haven’t already notice Gwen is my mom, which I hate to even call her. She’s not the easiest person to get along with.
At a very young age she had me and she’s never been a good mom. Most of my childhood was me trying to take of her during her hangovers or in some cases from bad break ups from boyfriends she claimed to love.
Seeing that she could never keep a job we were always moving around. Whenever we did get evicted we always moved to somewhere new, which is why we’re here in Oakville now. “So yesterday I got a call from your grandma,” she says.
I can tell in her voice that she isn’t happy about that. My grandma and mom always bickered with each other about me. Grandma wanted to raise me, but Gwen always said no, even though she knew she wasn’t a good mom. She always refused tell now.
After seventeen years of refusing she finally said yes, and I know I should be happy, I mean this is a chance for me to finally be able to get away from my mom, but In my heart I believe she’s only getting rid of me because she feels humiliated by me.
I mean she is raising the town’s most hated person, just like them, she believes that I had something to do with the disappearance on the boy I loved and that hurts me. “How is she?” I reply
“Well she’s still in the hospital, so when you get there you’re going to be in the hospital for about a couple of days. To me anything is better than being in this hell whole.
Just as I was about to reply I heard a knock at our door. “Who could that be at this hour? “I ask.
“It’s Ben and some of our friends. Go in the back now.” My mother says. Ben’s my mom’s boyfriend. They have one of the most dysfunctional relationships out there. All they do together is get high, fight, and get high some more.
As I make it into my small peach color room, I look around it one more time. I’m actually going to miss this place. After a while I can start to hear the music blaring in our living room.
My mom’s party has officially started. With this I lie down and try to pretend this isn’t all real. Tomorrow I won’t have to go through this. I will finally be free.
