i was CHEATED.

I was cheated Ch.1

"Cheated- that's what I was. My best friend cheated me out of something sweet and precious something I loved and worshipped. She tricked me and hurt me so deeply- so that I could never heal. She took what was rightfully mine, and I want it back! I'm a solider wounded, but it doesn't mean I will give up this fight. It's either lead me away or leave me lying here. You ask for forgiveness but will not take back your actions. Besides I dont think I will ever have the courage, the consciousness, the right, and the heart to ever forgive you, for what you have done to me." .....

'Live, come down. Suppers ready!" Mother yells up the stairs.

I growl under my breath and shut my lap top. Tears began to prick the corner of my eyes.

One week ago.....everything was different. I was happy, now it was just hell. A hell that I could never seem to escape.

I walk into the kitchen, and huff into my chair. " Whats up your bra?" Says Brandon. I roll my eyes at him and stick out my tongue. "Brandon- dont say those things to your sister." My father says bleakly from his spot across from me reading a newspaper.

" Please pass the salad mom." I say rolling my eyes and taking in a light breath.

She doesn't even look up from her plate. "You can grab it yourself hunny." I stand and reach across the table for the salad bowl. I sit back down my bare legs touching the cold wooden seat.

This is how things are in my house, do it yourself or you wont get shit back.

My father is what you call a 'work aholic', that's all he cares about. I'm surprised he even knows I exist. He has never been any where with me, I can't even remember the last time we all went out for ice cream together.

He just stopped caring after a while. Although he gives me my own car, money for cloths, and money for anything I else want. But what I really want is my real dad, not the awesome one he trys to sell me.

Mother is almost the same way. She works alot ,but not as much as Dad. Unlike my dad she drives us places, she comes to our track meets, football games, and bakes cookies for the next bake sale at school. But lately since I'm about to turn 18, she doesnt care to much about what I do or who I'm with at night.

She used to act like all my friends moms who worried bout there daughters having sex with their boyfriends, drugs, drinking, and diving at night.

Brandon, was well Brandon a 12 year old that had no idea what he was doing or what he wanted in life. He was perfectly fine being left alone by our parents, and them not caring bout us. But what happens when they get old, and they cant take care of them selfs?

I hope they don't expect for me to take care of them when they haven't done as much as shit for me. Brandon I can see doing that. As long as he could sneak a few twenties outta they're pocket, he was happy as a bug in our house at winter time.

" So Olivia hunny, have you made up with Amelia yet?", I look up from my plate. My mother had a fork full of meat in her mouth flowed by a sip of her red wine in front of her. " Well have you?" She repeats again.

" No," I pause "I haven't."

Her face went tight, " Why not? What's the big deal? Why are you guys so mad at each other?"

I take a deep breath. "My problem with her? Are you serious?", I grit my teeth together.

" Oh, " My mom says. Putting down her fork " I'm the parent so I guess I'm not allowed to know, is that right? You think I don't deserve or are good enough to know. Just because I'm your parent? Well let me tell you this young lady, I am wiser beyond your years,"