Prologue

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"What the hell has gotten into you?" My mom yells at me as we walk into the house.

"I don't know. Maybe I am tired of all this bullshit!"

"What bullshit young lady? And you better watch your mouth with me. I am so fed up with your shit!"

"I'm sorry mother, but I can't watch my mouth without a mirror!" I smirk at her.(My dumb jokes xD)

"That's it!" She walks towards my room and I follow her.

"What do you think you're doing?"

"Packing your shit" She pulls my suitcase out and throws it on my bed.

"Where the hell do you think I'm going?"

"To live with your dad. I can't take this anymore. Pack your stuff. I'm calling your father" she walks out of my room fuming. 

What? I can't live with him. He's the reason for what happened to me. I can't, no, I won't. 

"Alex?" My mom knocks on the door.

"Yeah?" I answer with tear filled eyes. I didn't even realize I started crying. I swallow back the salty water I licked off my lips.

"I'm sorry sweetie. I love you, but I can't do this anymore. You have been totally out of control and plus you need some time with him anyways. Only for awhile. Okay?" She wraps her arm around my shoulder and pulls me in.

"I'm sorry too"

"I know. I don't understand why you have been acting out for the last couple of months. You have gotten in trouble so many times and don't even care. Why?"

"I don't know" I lie. I do know why, but she can't know. No one can know.  I hate what happened to me and I don't want anyone to know. They would never look at me the same again. Or worse...they would blame me. 

"Okay. Well finish packing. And we will leave tomorrow." she says giving me one last squeeze. 

And that is how I ended back in Hell, living with my father and his extremely hot best friend's brother.

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