Chapter one

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"If your not packed by the end of the week I will you, leave just like everyone you've ever known". My dearest mom spat at me. I honestly didn't want to leave anyway. I had so much too lose my friends, popularity, my was gonna be boyfriend Eric, and that's just scratching the surface.
"It's not like you actually care about me you'd leave me stranded even if I was packed". I yelled back to her then blasted my music so I couldn't hear her. Sometime I wish I could drown myself in music and just be generally happy at home, but sadly that's not the case. I was gonna meet Eric at the park so, I texted Him saying I was gonna be there in 5 minutes. The park was only 4 minutes away so I ran downstairs and breezed passed my psychotic mother and headed to the park. I was there in 3 because I was speed walking. When I entered the park I saw Eric and some girls making out . I knew there was no use in getting mad because we weren't together, but I also couldn't hold in the tears I tried convincing myself I never really liked him anyway. Honestly you can't get over someone you've liked for a year and a half as fast as you'd think. Why would he do something like this. He told said I was his type and that he liked me. As I was walking home I heard him call out my name and not too long after footsteps. I wanted to run but my body wouldn't let me move faster than my current speed. As soon as he reached me I tried to stable my voice which I was unsuccessful at but managed to say,
"Sorry for interrupting you two go on continue don't wanna leave her hanging ". Then I calmly walked back home when I walked into the house. My low-life step father laughed at me seeing that I was crying.
"Did you finally realize why your actual dad left you and isn't coming back busted". Dave said and chuckled then continued drinking his beer. He always called me busted as in busted condom/ ,,mistake I still hurts and he's been calling me that since I was 8. Im 17. I choose to ignore him and just go upstairs and cry while listening to purpose. Wish I could find mine but hey who needs a purpose when you don't have a reason for living.

Hey so this my first ever story I hope you like it please give advice and criticism. Tell if y'all like it or not ;) thanks for reading!!!!!

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