Driving to Nowhere

Chapter 1 ~Driving to Nowhere~

Chapter 1:

Being only nine years old, I tried my best to understand that my mother was gone. She was never coming back. Now sixteen its like I barley knew her. I never like to talk about her, not that anyone asks. I don't have many.... well any, friends so.... I don't really have a problem with that

Having my father being an alcoholic hasn't helped me get through high school at all. I pay for my own supplies with my part time job at Starbucks which makes no sense considering I barley drink coffee. My dad gets payed but spends his paychecks on alcohol. Not having money for a car and never getting a license didn't get me very far with my social life. Being 16 your supposed to have a sweet sixteen with presents and a nice birthday. At least a cake if nothing else. Well I spent it alone in my room with a hot chocolate from Starbucks. I didn't have friends since my mom and all I focused on was school. So as you can imagine I'm not very popular. I'm shy and quiet I'm used to never talking at home because I have no one to talk to. If i make a noise at home I'm slapped. I write poems by myself in my room.It's my only way of venting since no one is here to listen. My dad has beaten me before but I've never told anyone, really because there's no one to tell but also because I wouldn't have anyone, my dads the only thing I have.

I had a tv and DVD player that was almost 9 years old. My mom got it for me when I was eight years old. I've kept it one because it gives me something to do, two it's like I have a part of her, yes that sounds stupid my DVD player is a part of my mother but its not like I had the money to get a new one anyways.

It was Friday which meant dad would have over his friends to play poker and drink and they bet on drugs luckily my dad usually loses. I hopped off the bus and slowly opened the door hoping not to draw attention. Last time I interrupted their game I was punched and thrown to the floor hitting the wall. I tiptoed to my room and slowly shut the door and turned the lock. I was just about to sit down on my orange puffy bedspread when I heard my father call my name. I flinched as he yelled, "Faith! Grab me and my buddies a beer!" I obediently raced to the fridge and swung open the door. there was 4 cases of beer so I grabbed a case and put it out on the granite counter top. Quickly, I handed each scruffy, perverted man a beer. One tried to hold my hand as he obviously already had to much to drink. Another man with a scraggly beard slapped my butt. I ran off to my room as I heard someone yell. "Victor Parker! You got beer all over my cards! Clean em up!"

"Faith Olivia Parker! Get in here!" I stiffened as i heard my name. I quickly shuffled to the table from my room. "Yes, Father?" "Why'd you spill my beer?" "Um dad, I didnt - "Yes you did!" "No Daddy"- i tried sweet talking him. " CLEAN IT UP NOW!" "Uh yes father."

I snatched a towel and wiped it off the table trying not to storm off to my room. I hated my life. Ever since my mom died my life crumbled apart. She tied my life together, now she's gone.

All I do is write poems, study hard, and dream. I dream of fleeing this place, it's like a prison. I just want to be gone. Get out of this town go. I just want to leave. All I wanna do is go.