She's The Bad Girl

Chapter. 1

Audrey's pov

"No! No, no, no, no, no! I refuse to move in with dad!" I yelled to my dumbass mother in front of me. She didn't seem to care that I was yelling at her. Although, she never did. And never will.

Now, you may be wondering why I would refuse to move in with my dad when I hate my mother. Well, its quite simple;

I've never once seen, or spoken to my dad since I was three years old. And seriously, who can remember from that long ago?

Another question you might be wondering is... Why do I hate my mother? Again, the answer is quite simple and clear.

My mother is a drug addict who won't do anything with her life and practically leaves me on my own. She's a prostitute, which is where she gets the money to pay for drugs. And yea, I steal half of it. I'm not going out and getting a job until I have a car. And hell knows I am never getting no damn car living with my mother or my father. So guess I'm screwed.

And for that other half of people who think: "Hey! You should be thankful she gave birth to you and is trying to get money for you." Yea, for all those people having that thought run through their heads, you all can shut the fuck up. Because I'm bettin' you all are rich little fuckers.

"I've made up my mind, Audrey. I'm sick of your attitude. And that party last weekend?" She shook her head. "Shit like that... It's getting in the way." She leaned farther back into the couch and blew out the smoke from her cigar. Usually it made me sick, but by now, I was used to it. And even did it.

"Yea, getting in the way of your drugs!"

She points the cigar at me. "Shut up, brat. And go get your damn bags. Then plane leaves in an hour and a half."

I kicked over the coffee table that had her ash tray out it. It spilt all over the floor as I stomped to my room. I heard her screaming out for me.

Slamming my door shut, I furiously start packing my bags.

This is ridiculous, I thought. I've never even seen my dad! (Enough to remember.)

I can get away with so much shit down here. And now she suddenly decided to send me to New York? What the hell can I get away with up there?

Exactly. Nada.

But hey, maybe if I'm bad enough, my dad will send me to some other relative in California or something.

After packing all my things, I head out to the car that my mom was waiting for me in.

×××

Stepping off the plane, I sigh. Great, just fucking great. I'm actually here.

I walk through the long hallways and into the main part. I didn't know who exactly I was looking for. But the second I entered the main building, I heard shouts.

"Audrey! Audrey, over here!" Confused, I turn and see a tall man walking towards me with a huge smile on his face. I groan. This must be my dad...

He reaches me and surprisingly hugs me. Did mom not tell him anything about me? I hate being hugged.

I sigh and don't move my arms around him. So I kinda just stand there awkwardly while he hugs me.

"Oh my goodness, you're all grown up! The last time I saw you, you were only two!" He has this huge smile on his face whereas I'm just standing there with a huge bookbag full of cloths, staring up at him... Emotionlessly.

"I'm aware. Which is probably why you know nothing about me. If you did, you wouldn't have agreed to taking me in." His smile fades a little.

"I'm sure your not that bad, Audrey. Your mother always had a bad habit of exaggerating." I nod. "Yea, well now she's got a bad habit of drugs so..." I purse my lips and shrug. My dad sighs and nods. "Okay, I understand. Your upset about moving to a new city so you've got the whole attitude going on. I get it."