Lets go back to the last month of my eleventh grade year of high school. I had a lot of friends. Some closer than others. But I had a best friend. Elaine. She was real funny and super cute. I first became her friend only because she had everyone's attention and I felt like she would make me popular. She didn't. But I didn't mind. We became close and my parents actually let me spend days over at her house. She was fun being around but she was a terrible influence.
I was sneaking around and getting wasted all the time. I skipped school and got into a lot of trouble when I hung out with her. I even tried to skip the last couple days of school so I wouldn't have to ride the bus back to my mom's. I stayed with Elaine. And my mom found out I skipped school and I was gonna fail. She had called me when I was headed to my boyfriend's house to break up with him, actually. And she told me to come home right then. Of course I didn't. She told me to be home by nine. Tssk.
I got to my boyfriend's house and found out that he ran off because I told him I had feelings for another guy, but hey... at least I told him. -_-
I waited for him to come back so I could calm him down and work through it so he wouldn't hurt himself over a break up.
We got to talking and I ended up getting back with him, but I remembered I had to get home. But my ride starting pulling out of the driveway.
My boyfriend picked up a rock and threw it at the back window of the car like a fucking idiot and busted a window. Did I mention his baby girl was in the back seat with Elaine? Cause that's important. The glass shattered all over them and her mom ended up calling the cops and took everybody's name and got the stories and all that good crap. It started to rain and then I realized it was already 10:30... then my wonderful mommy called me madder than hell telling me I had five minutes to get home or my step dad was coming after me... she wouldn't let me explain what happened before she hung up on me.. so I'm just sitting there.. not able to leave, soaking in the rain, confused about my love life and probably about to get sent to juvi by my parents. So, obviously I thought the night couldn't get any worse.
After all the cops had left and they took the baby to the hospital, I found out that my boyfriend told the cops that I wasn't his girlfriend and that I was just visiting his brother there when it all went down. That hurt my feelings a little that he denied being with me.
Then we were all waiting for another ride to come and get us because the back seat of the car was covered in glass and then a random ass car flew by at such a high speed that I almost didn't have time to realize it was my mom and step dad. I was honestly kind of scared at that moment. They turned around and I tried so desperately to hide from them. I ducked behind a car and tried to breathe quietly. I wished like hell that they would just drive by again. But they pulled up and got out so quickly and started screaming,
"Where's my fucking daughter?! Where the hell is she!?"
No one said anything, I guess they were as worried as I was about them finding me. But mom found me.
"There she is. Get your ass over here now!"
I stood up slowly but stayed walking towards the car.
My step dad, Keith, snatched up my arm and pulled me to the back seat and ripped my phone out of my hand. He slammed the door shut and I was too embarrassed to even look to see everyone face as my step dad sped off down the road. The ride back was quiet except the screeching tires on the road as he took hard turns. Then my mom spoke.
"What the hell were you thinking?"
Silence.
"She asked you a damned question!" Keith screamed. I jumped.
Instead of answering directly, I tried to explain myself and what happened. But Keith interrupted me.
"She didn't ask you what happened, we won't tolerate an excuse!"
I was already crying from embarrassment and then just not being listened to. I had enough of his bullshit.
"I was talking to my mom!!" I shouted with my eyes barely opened. Keith reached back to smack me but he almost lost control of the car so he turned back around. "Get the fuck out of my car..." he said kind of quietly. I was shocked. He was still driving. He hasn't stopped the car. I started to reach for the door.
"Don't. Savannah." My mom said without hesitation.
Keith shouted. " GET OUT OF MY FUCKING CAR!" I was way past my breaking point of being upset. I opened the door and jumped. Hit the road and bounced once or twice until I landed halfway in a ditch by the road. He stopped and then stomped on the gas to close the door.. they didn't turn around.. they left me... stranded where no houses were, alone at midnight. Cold and soaked from the rain. I didn't care. Now, I just KNEW the night wouldn't get any worse.
