You Don't Know Me Chapter One

You Don't Know Me Chapter Three - Underneath the Willow Tree

Hey guys, I'm hoping chapter two didn't ruin it for you guys to much....It's kind of sloppy I know trust me, but I'm hoping you'll like this chapter.  And I'm hoping for some feedback as well if you could any advice, tips, and just comments. Thank you.

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Ariella's P.O.V.

It was a Saturday morning, I woke up to the beautfiul sounds of my mother. Barfing into the toliet probably sobering up from her usual Friday nights. Throw up after throw up the repitition of the repulsive sound almost brought myself to a gag. I heard the distinct sound of her toliet flush as she began washing out the taste in her mouth. Her footsteps got louder as they began to wander closer to my room. I already had that intuition it wasn't going to be good, maybe the cursing down the hallway was why. 

"Don't think I don't remember last night, Ariella!" spat my mom in pure distaste as if I had done much wrong compared to the monster infront of me. Her hair was spilled out of her head like Medusa's. My back was against the wall now, legs sprawled out in front of me. My mouth didn't open to say anything at all, it didn't matter to me is what I wanted to believe.

"You're a disobeying slut, Ariella!" my mom screeched. I winced. My own mom thought I was a slut, that one didn't feel to good. I closed my eyes hoping it was just a dream. A figment of my imagination, because the reality was to harsh. She gave out a bitter laugh.

"Mom." I tried to at least quiet her down, at 8:00 a.m. most people weren't content with being woken up.

"Don't call me by that, I'm not your mother. And you are sure as hell not my daughter." she gritted her teeth and spit onto my old carpet right in front of me. The pain came hard as she gave one giant shove to my stomach. I coughed up blood as the woman sauntered out of my room. The feeling was something I don't think anyone could understand. Do you know what it's like to be told not to call your own blood mother, mother? Or to to be told you are not her daughter, because she thinks so lowly of you? It's like watching yourself being treated like trash everyday. I sat in the room for about ten minutes, wondering to myself why I had this life. Why I deserved so much of this bullshit.

I pulled an oversized sweatshirt onto my back as I raced out the house. The cool air felt nice against my bruised skin. I felt the rush just to leave someplace else, to get out of the place I had to call home. I decided to call Derek first, since as a bestfriend he should be able to make me feel better. 

*ring* *ring* *ring* *ring* The prick decided to sleep in on my tragedy, I huffed in frusturation. I just sent him a quick text to let him know I needed him. After sending it I realized, there was someone who I thought of calling but I quickly set it to the side. I pulled out my phone seeing his name written in my contacts as the first one listed. It was him who I needed here just to talk. 

*ring* *ring* "Ariella?" said a raspy morning voice. It was the familiar deep, rich voice I had love to hear. It brought me comfort like a mother's hug, but guess I wouldn't know how that feels.

"Can you come get me at my house?" I sounded out. It almost came out like a whisper, as if I wasn't meant to tell him such a shameful thing.

"Baby, who you talking to?" asked a girls airheaded voice in the background. I froze, I mean what could I expect it wasn't as if anyone could be perfect to me. I guess the bullshit was well deserved.

"It's okay, forget it." I said not hearing his response. I hung up the phone closing the old modeled thing and stuffed it into my sweatshirt pocket. I walked down the street with my hands in my pockets, just taking my time and thinking. After a couple of minutes, the familiar sound of the run-down truck engine comes bobbing behind me. I smiled to myself. Why was it that I felt like he would come?