Opposites Attract

Chapter 2

My stomach churns as memories flood into my mind  causing my heart to race and breath shorten.

I cup my hands over my face and try to lengthen my breathing.

I knew that it wasn't long until the meds wore off and I would no longer feel numb to the world.

Enough crap has come hurdling my way, I just need a break.

I dust myself off as I rise from the dilapidated log.

I felt my back poket vibrate, my mum has been calling and texting me for over an hour.

I flinch at the brightness of my phone, even on the lowest setting it still lights up like New York City.

My eyes flick to the time and my jaw drops its 4am in the morning.

"Fuck." I whisper through my clenched teeth, I'm so pissed off at myself!

My mum works in a bakery and starts baking at 4:30. No surprise she's up now.

I quickly climb into the car, I would like to say that I disappeared into the night like a Ninja, but I would be lying.

My elbow slipped of the top of my wheel and somehow hit the horn. I hate myself.

I winced at the loud irritating noise.

I climb in my car and rushed towards my house.

Yes Im 18 and sill live with my mum, I'm lame I know. But at the moment my mums house is the only place I feel safe.

I take a quick glance at myself through the mirror hanging above me. My eyes have bags underneath them, my cheeks sunken in and the white of my eye bloodshot.

An idiot could tell that I was high, and
my mother was no idiot.

As I pull into the drive way of my house. I brace myself for the screaming, yelling and lecturing that would begin.

Although I did deserve it. Big time.

I take my keys out of the ignition and lock the car. I begin to tiptoe my way into the house. I'm not entirely sure why, I know that she was already awake and aware of how I would return.

I closed the door behind me and head towards the kitchen where my mum is sitting on a chair.

Her eyes lock with mine in a flash as I walk into the room. Her stare was fierce, sharp and frighting.

I'm really glad looks don't kill, because if they did. I would be dead by now.

Here it comes, I think to myself. I mentally prepare myself for this screeching crying mess that she will be become after this.

Her stern look disappears and is replaced with a look of disappointment and sorrow, as tears formed in her eyes.

I really would've preferred if she was screaming at me.

"I'm not angry with you Jane, I'm just disappointed." Her voice cracking, as a lump was formed in her throat caused by an attempt to hold back tears.

"I need you to move out."

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A.N

Not many people like this book. I need to know if you guys want to read this, if not please tell me and I will stop writing. Thank you if you do like this book. (Which is probably no one.)