Coming Home

Chapter 1, The Beginning

I hear the bottles breaking, the banging around, the sluggish words and I know that my horrible mother was home. This was rare. Every night she goes to a club, pretends she is young with no responsibilities, and hooks up with random bar guys every single night. She comes home once a month just to scream at me, tell me how worthless I am, what should've been, blaming me for the way she is, blaming me for dad leaving, blaming me for everything that's wrong with her life. I'm treated like crap. To her I don't exist most of the time but when I do, I am the reason that her life is so awful. I need to get out.
"I'm gonna leave you, you don't deserve me. You are only here once a month," I say to get her to stop screaming. I smell the alcohol on her breath.
"Well you ugly pig what are you waiting for-leave. I don't care. You are adopted anyway," she slurs out stumbling to the couch.
"What?"
"Did I stutter, clean out those ears of yours. You. Are. Adopted. Go to tree hill. You have a sister named Peyton. It's a small town you'll find her soon. Now go. I don't want you here. I can finally be able to bring guys home instead of going to their houses."
I run to my room and pack my things, I have a chance to get out. I'm taking it, even if she is lying. I go to my room and find my birth certificate, she isn't lying. After I get all my things packed I begin to put them in my car. The two suitcases are in the trunk, one has shoes in it and the other has clothes. What can I say, my father doesn't care about me but he makes enough so he sends me an allowance because he knows how awful my mother is. I also earned some of my money. I cleared the bath room out at the house. All of the make up, hair products, the curler, straightener, hair ties, Bobby pins, shampoo, conditioner, that's all mine. After putting that in to a hang bag I grab my purse. I put my phone in there along with my wallet. I grab my pillow and a small blanket from my room knowing this was going to be a long trip. I need the money for gas and food plus my car is comfortable enough to stay in. I walk out of my bed room down stairs to say good bye.
"I know that you will die alone. I don't feel sorry for you. You manipulate everybody that loves you, until they leave. Well wake up, nobody is left. You can't keep your legs closed and THAT is why dad left you. I'm leaving you now, I should've done it before. Goodbye you drunk whore."
I slam the door as I walk out and get into my car. As I am driving I can't help but to smile, I finally stood up to my mom and I now have a chance of actually being happy.