"Mom , I am heading out." Stacey now 17 , replies as she grabs her blue duffle bag
" ok honey , have fun at your dads now remember he has a new house with a new girlfriends so be easy on him , not everyone can compare to me."
Stacey smirks as she heads toward her mom to give her a hug as she says ,
"love you mom."
She replies with a smile across her slim face,
"love you too darling."Stacey walks to the door afraid of what's about to happen.
Her first time visiting her dad after there divorce. First time being without her mother for a whole summer.
As she gets into her Mini Cooper she say too herself , this is going to be a long summer. As she drives out of the drive way another car drives in."Oh great , mr. body builder is here."
Stacey's moms boyfriend had just pulled up as he drives by her she gives him a cold hard stare piercing directly into his eyes.
He has the most suspicious grin spread across his narrow face.
Stacey grunts because she knows that he is going to see her mom and she isn't there.Stacey swears under her breath.
" I can't take that jerk , I need a drink."
Stacey stops at a local liquor store, grabbing a case of alcohol.
She returns to her car. Drinking her pain away , at least that was her intension.
Driving was a challenge, swerving all over the road.But that didn't matter to Stacey, only thoughts of that guy at her moms house .
Her eyes were no longer clear, flashes of black and white pierce through her eyes.She could no longer hold steering wheel straight .
As she floors the gas peddle, tears stream down her face.
She screams ." WHY CAN'T MOM LOVE DAD, NOT SOME STUPID OTHER GUY WHO DOESN'T EVEN CARE FOR HER ."
This had been troubling her for the past 10 years. She always saw her friends with there picture perfect families. Then she sees her broken family. Never ready to tell her mom how she felt , she kept it inside.
She can no longer hold it in.
SLAMM!!! The car crashes.
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