Rain

Secrets

Jordyn

I rolled my eyes and sighed thinking about the lecture, ass whooping, or even both that I was about to receive.

"Jordyn get in here now!" My dad yelled, furiously. I rolled my eyes and walked further into his bedroom.

"What's this I hear about you smoking weed?" He dropped his head low. I knew he was disappointed in me and that made me hurt because all I want is to make my parents proud.

"Just how it sounds." I said.

He punched the wall. "Dammit! You're fucking 13 why in the hell are you smoking?"

"Because my friends do it." I mumbled.

"What friends? Rain? That's the only friend you have, and I know a Channel doesn't tolerate that type of behavior from her." He snapped.

I rolled my eyes, annoyed. "No Rain is not the only freaking friend I have, father! I have other friends too." It angered me because all day every day my mom and dad told me how much I needed to be like Rain and shit. Fuck that bitch.

"Watch yo' damn tone when you talking to me, you're already on thin ice." He warned me.

I kissed my teeth and shook my head. "Whatever," I mumble.

"So what friends you talking about?" He asked once again

"They're from Instagram." I said honestly.

"Instagram? See I knew that damn phone was a bad idea from the start, but I actually trusted you. Me and your mother raised you better than this and we expect more from you." He scolded me.

"What do you expect from me dad? what? You tell me because you or momma is never home! I make honor roll every fucking semester and everybody else's parents are proud for them expect for mines! Nothing I do is ever good enough. Your girlfriend sat there and accused me of stealing her phone and you believed her over blood! I ain't take shit from nobody! You don't pay me any attention, dad. I just want you to care and ground me, yell at me, protect me and tell me I can't have a boyfriend until I'm 60. But you don't care, you never did. I sit at home watching your god damn kids that aren't ever my real brothers or sisters all day while you go out and have fun. You don't even spend a day with your own damn kids, you go to work, get home and hand me 20 dollars to go eat cheap ass takeout, and then you leave and don't come back until the next morning! That's shit hurts dad, that hurts me." I screamed angrily, with fresh, salty tears coming down my face.

The look on his face was priceless.

"Jordyn I am so -"

I cut him off. "Nope. You said what you had to do I'm over it fuck it, fuck everything I'm done." I yelled. "I'm done"

He glared at me before he spoke, "You testing my damn patience. I don't give a damn about you being mad! You better be at home when I get back from work or I'm sending your ass to boarding school asap. You understand?" He sternly said.

I kept silent.

"Do you understand!" He repeated more loudly.

"Yes!" I yelled annoyed.

He bumped past me and walked downstairs. When he was gone, I ran into my room and lunged on my bed before I burst out into tears.

"I hate my life." I hyperventilated.

"This is so unfair." I continued sobbing into my pillow.

Even though I knew this was a bad, bad mistake, I need a blunt. Right now. I calmed myself down before I called up the guy who always gave me weed, Austin. He was one of the kids I'd met from Instagram too. He answered on the 3rd ring, "Wassup youngin'?" He greeted me.