Why Me?

Chapter Two

Adelaide's POV

I walk around the corner and down the short hallway that leads to my bedroom. My first feelings are sadness and heartbreak. I cried for about ten to twenty minutes straight, that is until my father slammed an unknown object onto the living room floor. I heard glass shatter and the faint sound of whisper/screaming. Are they arguing because of me? No, they couldn't be, could they? I doubt it, but you never know when it comes to my parents. It's always my fault for my parents arguments and problems. I am the problem in the family, I swear.

I walk out of my bedroom after checking myself over and doing some touch-ups on my makeup. I open my door as quiet as possible to make sure no one notices. Just as I am about to turn the corner, I hear a high-pitched scream which I am assuming belongs to my mother. I tiptoed into the living room to see my mother on the floor, bawling because of the fight, I'd assume. It might be because of my mother being so picky about my grammatical abilities or something else. I see my father towering over her horrified body. He then walks out the door slamming it shut. I walk into the room to see why she is crying, she never cries.

"Hey mom, what's wrong?" I ask softly.

"It's your dad. He said goodbye to us; he's a goner now." she says sadly.

"Wh-what?" I cry.

"Yeah, he's gone for good now." she bawls into my shoulder once I decide to give her a hug.

"Do you want to go out to get something for lunch?" I question politely.

"Sure. But like this?" She says waving to her own appearance.

"You can get ready again if you want to. It is only 11:34. Can I wear what I wanna wear this time?" I plea.

"Yes, you may. Go get yourself ready now."

"THANKS!"

I walk into my bedroom and pull out a pair of black ripped skinny jeans, a blackish-gray Nirvana crop top, a dark maroon beanie, with black mascara, black combat boots, and a black and silver cross bracelet. After changing, I curled the ends of my hair and did light makeup, except my maroon lipstick. I looked in the mirror surprised to see how gorgeous I looked. I'm usually so insecure of how I look.

I walk to the room across the hall from mine and knock on the door.

"Are you ready, mom?" I call to her through her bedroom door.

"Just about, you can come in. I'm just touching up my makeup." she calls back opening the door.

"So mom, what were you guys arguing about?" I question nervously.

"Can we please not talk about this right now? I am just not in the mood today." she says in a flat tone.

"Yes mom." I agree.

A couple of minutes later, she tells me she is ready. We both hop in the convertible and start on our way to lunch.

"Where are you taking us?" My mother asks.

"I honestly have no clue. Where do you want to go?" I answer simply.

"Hmm..." she thinks for about a minute or so, "Olive Garden."

"I don't have any money so we will have to stop at the bank." I respond as politely as possible.

"No, no, no, honey. I will pay." she argues.

"You know that I have my own money, plus you have already bought me enough." I snap.

"Whatever." she sighs.

"Thank you."

"Yeah, yeah."

We arrive at the bank a few moments after our debate. I take out two-hundred dollars to use for food and I am planning on going to the mall with my boyfriend, Joseph, even though I still need to get my moms permission.

"Hey mom? Can I go to the mall with Joseph after I drop you off at home?" I interrogate.

"Yes, you may. When do I get to meet Joseph? Soon?"

"Uh, yes?"

"Okay, I need to meet him by the end of the summer."

Okay, so I am left with a month and a half for the two of them to meet. Great! We walk into the restaurant and wait to be seated. There was someone I thought I would never see again.