Wild People [OLD VERSION]

Part 1

A/N: *sigh* Never thought I would need to write this, but here we go. Yes, I'm fully aware that the second word of this story is misspelled. Yes, I know how to spell college. I left that mistake on purpose, so that it would show you that this story is not perfect. I am an amateur writer whose mission is to create pocket worlds where you guys can loose yourself. Where you can live through different situations together with characters and think about choices you would make in their shoes. Grammar is important, yes, but its not as important to me as the character development and storyline itself. For those who don't read profiles, I stated there that I welcome grammar corrections, not the crying on how bad I am at it. English is my second language and grammar is my greatest weakness, I make hundreds of mistakes in all languages I can write and that college word just slipped through my eyes while I wrote this chapter. So if you are sooo sensitive on grammar then leave.

And no, I'm not correcting that word. Let it annoy you just as people who hold grammar more important than the message of the story annoys me.

Thank you for wasting a minute on this rant.

Sincerely,

Minosta, an amateur writer in a very bad mood.

P.S. I'm making that word stand out even more so that it would annoy you even more.

The collage is really hard. Why did I even started it? Oh right, because my parents wanted for me to get a degree. Well I can say this - I don't care about my degree in law. All I want is to do something fun like riding horses, camping or hunting. Hunting...... I always wanted to learn that skill.

My father was a hunter but he died when I was 6 so he couldn't teach me anything about it except about different animals and plants. But after my mom married my stepfather who is a total jerk thinking only about the money, my mother completely lost her head and became like him, forgetting about dad.

Just thinking about him made me cry and now I was walking back home holding tears. I missed him. Even though he passed away a long time ago, I still have really strong memories about him.

But soon I saw my house and I got a hold of myself. My stepfather Jack would probably shout at me like he always does. We hate each other that is clear.

I walked on the front porch and opened the door. I was instantly greeted by my moms loud moans from upstair. Just hearing them gets me angry. They are doing it on dads bed. The bed where my mother would snuggle to my dads chest and cuddle while wathing TV while I played in front of the TV.

Brushing those memories away I walked upstairs and banged on the door while passing it and shouted:

'Keep is down, I try to do my homework' and went to my room smirking when they stopped their jumping. They avoid doing it when I'm at home because they say I'm too young for it. Please, I'm already 24. Girls at my age are already doing it like bunnies.

I changed my clothes and started on my law project but soon after I fell asleep because this shit is booring as fuck. I was woken up by the knock on the door.

'Yes?' I asked all sleepy.
'Dear, I and your father have something serious to talk about' I heard my moms voice and I groaned. Most of the time, this serious stuff is all about my degree and my future as a lawyer and sending them all of my money.

'I'll be down soon' I replied and cleaned my books. I won't be able to finish it anyway.

After 10 minutes I was sitting in front of my mom and Jack who wasn't pleased. I loved interupting them in their "love session". I probably had smug smile because he frowned when he looked at me.

'Dear, we were talking with Jack for a really long time' my mom started but I interupted.
'Are you getting divorced?' I asked pretending to be really excited and Jack turned red all pissed off.
'Rose, shut up and listen!' He shouted and my mom began to calm him down. I rolled my eyes and dropped down in the chair.

'I know you two splitting up is in my dream' I said and my mom looked at me all serious.
'I know you don't like to have second father but this thing is about you' she said.

'Rose, you are getting married to Mr. Coth.' Jack said and silence took place in whole room.
'What?' I asked calmly rising one of my eyebrows.
'You are going to marry Mr. Coths son' my mom said all happy but I just rose furious.
'I won't' I said lowly keeping my anger. Jack stood up.
'You will and there won't be any discussion!' He shouted and I snapped. All the pain from loosing father and living with this jerk was too much.

'Shut up you peace of shit! I won't listen to you, you are not my real father! If you weren't here I would have really good life with my mother, but no! You just had to come and talk all those stupid thing into my mothers head for her to marry you!' I screamed and saw my mom stand up.

'Then you will listen to me girl!' She rose her voice and felt my heart ache as if someone pierced it. She had never yelled at me before. I looked at her with anger in my eyes and saw her surprised.

'And you... I can't believe you forgot all those warm and cozy moments with father! I can't believe you replaced him with this asshole!' At that moment she slapped me. The pain shot through my left cheek and I felt tears flowing down. I looked at her with full hatred in my eyes.

'I hate you....' I said and saw tears beggining to flow from my moms eyes.
'I...I'm sorry...' she said and tried to hug me but I pushed her.
'I hate you, you gold digger!' I shouted and ran away to my room leaving her crying in those jerks arms.

I slamed my room door and locked it. Falling onto my bed, I burried my face in the pillow and started to cry really hard. Not only did she rose her voice for the first time but she also slapped me.

'I wish you were here dad' I sobbed and fell my eyelid fall down.

I'm sorry if I brought back bad memories for those who went through similar situation. That wasn't my intention. Sorry :[