Unwanted

Chapter I

I guess you're wondering how my story all started? It wasn't a great start. I wasn't meant to be born, that's what my mother says. My Daddy left me when I was 8 years old. He didn't want me, that's what my mother said. I have to listen to what mom says. Or bad things happen. To me.

CHAPTER I

"Nicole Ryan! Get your ass out of bed!" I hear my mom shout from downstairs. I groan and roll over in my big comfy queen size bed. I stare up at my white ceiling with the fan going round and round.

"NICOLE!" mom shouts again. I quickly jump out of bed in my pink pajama shorts and white tank top, my gold blanket falling on the floor when I stand. I take a quick look around my room. Pale white walls stare back at me, with only a few pictures on them. My night table is next to my bed with a brown lamp. My floors are carpeted with this green color. And I have a glass sliding door on the end of my bed, to the left, that leads to this little patch of grass, and then the woods below it. It's a normal room. Normal as it can get for me.

I run to my brown oak door, and turn the door knob. "Coming!" I shout when running upstairs, I turn right when I'm at the top of the stairs, it leads to the kitchen.

Our house is middle class. We have two stories, the downstairs is basically mine. She never comes down here. Downstairs has a tv room, with light brown leather couches surrounding it, and a pool table next to them. It's all carpeted. Upstairs occupies the kitchen, living room, and my moms room.

The kitchen counter is a marble type of stone, green with a little bit of black. And the cabinets are brown, the fridge stainless steel. The living room has a tv in the corner, and brown coaches. There's a giant rug in the middle of the living room too. I don't remember what my moms room looks like. I haven't been in there since her last husband left her.

How can we afford this you may ask? Well my moms recent ex husband is some big hotshot lawyer, which means he's rich. Mama says she has something on him. Therefore he pays for the house that we live in.

I snap out of my thoughts to find I wound up in the kitchen. It's not a giant kitchen but average size.

My mom glares at me when I walk in and I gulp. She used to be so pretty when she wasn't drinking but since then it changed her. Her once vibrant blue eyes, like mine, have big dark shadows under them, and her once flawless blonde hair that was naturally straight, is matted and dirty, and just old looking. She still stands at around 5'5, and has a slender body, but not healthy, you can see her ribs poking out of her shirt.

I get sad everytime I look at her, because I remember how beautiful she used to be.

My moms still glaring at me. "Yes mom?" I ask quietly and bow my head to look at my feet on the floor.

I hear her steps coming closer, and see her feet in my vision now. I close my eyes waiting for it to happen.A slap goes straight to my right cheek, my head knocks to the left side from the impact. I gasp and hold onto my cheek, it's probably already starting to form a bruise.

I look back at my once loving mother, to the monster she has become, and it makes tears form in my eyes. But I don't let them fall, knowing all she will do is yell and say i'm weak.

"You didn't clean the floors last night when I asked you!!" She frantically yells right in my face. She never asked me to clean the floors, but my mom doesn't remember much of yesterday let alone a few weeks ago. She was too drunk off her ass to remember anything.

But I don't bother arguing back, knowing it's best to just nod. Which I do.

"Your such an ungrateful bitch! I worked hard for this house! And you!" She points at my face. "Don't give a shit about it do you? I can't believe that I got stuck with a ugly piece of shit daughter like you. You know I didn't want you? Hell yes I didn't want you! But of course your daddy knocks me up because he's a careless asshole!!"

I don't let her see how much her words affect me. I keep a blank face.

My mom huffs in frustration, and walks back to her room, right down the hall on the right. I turn and watch her leave, knowing that she's probably not getting back up for another few hours.

I turn and leave the kitchen, running back downstairs to my room, the first door you see when you come down here. On my right side lies the tv room and pool table, but I walk past them and to my room. Once I shut my door, I lean my back against it, and slowly lower myself to the floor. I let the silent tears fall, since she isn't around.

I don't know what I did wrong to deserve this? Why can't my mother love me like she did when my daddy was still around. I barely remember those times, but what I do remember is that she was one of the best people I knew. And now, she's a monster.

I bring my legs to my chest and rest my forehead on my knees for a few minutes. Then I look up, and my floor length mirror is in front of me, but on the other side of the room. A girl who has blue eyes like her mom, and brown wavy hair from her dad. I'm in good shape because I run a lot. It's a hobby of mine. I'm about 5'4, pretty short if you ask me, but I don't care, I like my height.

As I look closer at my reflection, my eyes, they just look broken and defeated. I shrug those thoughts out of my head and stand up. I walk over to my dresser which is placed at the end of my bed.

I open the second drawer, and grab my running shorts. Then my open my top drawer for a sports bra. I turn around and walk to my ensuite, which has a bathroom and shower. And right next to the ensuite is my walk-in closet.

I walk into my ensuite and look around. The glass door to the shower is right in front of me, next to the shower is the toilet. And to my left is the sink and mirror.

I quickly get changed into my running clothes, and look in the mirror, the running shorts are just normal black spanks, and my sports bra is a neon green color. I grab the pink hair brush on the counter and brush my hair into a ponytail.

After I put my hair securely in a ponytail, I walk out of the bathroom, and to my walk-in closet right next to it.

I have to stand on my tiptoes my get my neon green running shoes that sit right on my shelf, with all my other shoes.

After tying my shoes on, I grab my ipod and earphone on my night table.I walk to my sliding glass door and open it quietly, careful not to wake my mom. And step out onto the cement, I continue walking, looking down at my ipod while putting my earphones in at the same time. I chose the song "Tears fall" by BarlowGirl.

I keep walking until I get to the rocks that I can walk down in order to get to the running path in the woods. I carefully walk down the rocks. Once im down, I look back at the houses.

This neighborhood is called 'Turnberry' probably because there are a lot of berries in these woods. The houses themselves are a dark red wood color, and there's at least 15 houses on this line, because it's their backyards, not that there's much backyards to any of them, they only have a small patch of grass, just like mine.

I turn around and walk onto the path in the woods, and turn up the music in my Ipod and start running away from the houses.

If only I could run away from my problems.

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