I wake up to the annoying buz of the alarm on my phone. I know what you're thinking, 'Why does she have an alarm if she dropped out of school?' well, to be honest, I love the mornings. I hate sleeping half of the day and then waking up in the afternoon to think I slept half the day. I push myself out of bed and walk over to my body mirror looking at my morning reflection. My auburn hair is a frizzy curly mess and my pajamas are wrinkled, but what does it matter? I'm never outside anyways.
"NIKKI! GET DOWN HERE!"
I hear my mum shout from the kitchen. Oh great. She's drunk at 9:00 in the morning. Note the sarcasm. Where is dad when you need him? Oh right, at work. My dad loves me, he really does, but he's too caught up in his job, that's why i'm always stuck at home with my mum. That is, unless she's out at the pub getting drunk and cheating on dad.
"COMING JANET!" I reply, with a hint of annoyance in my voice. I race down the stairs, making sure not to keep her waiting any longer. Finally, I arrive in the kitchen upon my mum's command.
"Yes Janet?" I say to my mum. I hate calling her mum because she never really acts like one. Plus, she prefers her real name over mum.
"I want you to wash the dishes and feed that stupid dog of yours. I'm gonna go out to the pub and get a case of wine for the party i'm throwing tonight.
"Oh, and make sure your father will be at work tonight. Don't want him coming in and crashing it all!" she says to me.
"Alright Janet. But how am I supposed to make sure dad doesn't come home? He always comes home from work at 8."
"I don't know. You're Nikki, you always find a way, smart one," She snarles at me. Mum never really is the one to abuse me, and i'm thankful for that, but she does yell at me a lot and talk to me like shes the Queen of England.
With that, she grabbed her keys and walked through the door. I really don't think she should be driving since she's drunk.. even if the pub is only a couple minutes away. I walked back up to my room, ignoring that my mum had told me to do the dishes and started thinking of a way to make sure dad didn't come home tonight. Just as I started thinking, it seems like luck decided to be on my side because my dad called my cell.
"Hey dad" I answerd
"Hi sweetie, I'm not gonna be home tonight, I have to work overtime since one of the co-workers is sick. Sorry hun. I'll see you tomorrow evening!"
"Alright dad. Goodluck Love you bye!" Then I hung up
WOO-HOO I mentally screamed to myself. Normally, I would want my dad being home, but tonight, since mom is having her party and doesn't want dad home them that takes care of that.
~Later that night~
Ugh. The party guests finally arrived and now I have a splitting head ache from all the loud music and yelling. I think I need a break from it all. Luckily, I have a window in my room and the vines make a great ladder. I sleepily walk over to the window, open it, and crawl down the vines until I feel my foot touch the ground. I walk around the house enjoying the cold air but also regretting that I didn't bring a jacket. That's when I hear a door slam. I stop dead in my tracks to spot a black van. Normally in cliche movies, a black van means you're gonna get kidnapped. But I'm hoping my life isn't a cliche movie. I drop down on my knees and crawl over to the nearest bush and try to hide from the person that is hopping our of the black van. I close my eyes and pull my knees close to me rocking back and forth praying that I won't get murdered. That's when I hear this unfamiliar thick Irish accent come up behind me and whisper in my ear
"Im not gonna hurt you love."
It sent shivers down my spine and the last thing I remember was my vision going cloudy and then it became black....
DUN DUN DUNNNNN. Cliff hangerr ;) Vote and comment and tell me what you think.
