From Worse To Horrific

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"You've got to be kidding me." I whisper in horror as I look at the paper taped to my apartment door. EVICTED.

My heart drops to my stomach as I see all of my mom's and my stuff scattered beside the door. No. No. No. This can't be happening!

A flash of anger shoots through me and my fist meets the metal door. Damn it! I pace back and forth for a few seconds before shutting my eyes and sinking to the floor.

Why God? Why me? It wasn't enough to make mom sick, so you had to take my home too? I think in anger.

Speaking of mom... memories from earlier come to mind.

The doctor just walked out of the door as if what he just said hadn't affected anyone. He walked out after giving us a pitiful smile that had my heart slowly breaking. "Your insurance doesn't cover the surgery you need to remove the tumor. I'm sorry," He had said. Said it as monotone as he could, void of any emotion.

Tears fall from my eyes, as mom grabs my hand. "CC, look at me." I blow out a breath of air before meeting her gaze. She's smiling. "Hey, it's okay," she whispers softly, "Just a bump in the road. God will take care of it. You'll see."

Oh yeah? Where's your God now, Mom? Where was he when our apartment manager taped this on our door?

I jerked my hand out of hers and glared. "Why do you have so much faith in him? So much faith for a man who gave you this disease!" I said, voice loud. Her eyes zeroed in on me, and for a second I felt bad.

"You listen to me Callie Carter. Don't you dare talk about God like that. He had a reason to give me this 'disease', never doubt him. The bigger scheme of things will fall into play, just give it time."

Time. Time was something she didn't have without that surgery.

I didn't say anything. Just kissed her forehead before walking out. God wasn't going to help, he'd done that enough. I had to take matters into my own hands.

After I left mom, I spent the rest of the day hunting for jobs. I was in my senior year of high school, meaning I was eighteen, so I knew it shouldn't have been a problem. I should have gotten one right off the bat.

Key words being should have.

Here are just a few out of many excuses I got when I tried out for a job. Not experienced. Too many workers all ready. You're too nice. Not nice enough. You wouldn't know what to do. Too pretty.

I'm dead serious. A lady actually told me that when I applied for a waitressing job at Logan's. "Sweetie, you got everything we need. I mean, perfect. But on Friday's we have a few... grabby people, and I just don't think you could handle it. I mean, they'd eat you up, you're so pretty!"

I went home with a heavy heart. I needed that money. But how was I going to get it if I couldn't get a job? Mom would have said something like, "God will make it happen, CC. Trust in him." To which I would have replied with an eye roll.

I walked up the steps to my apartment, day dreaming about a bubble bath, when I saw... well, you know the rest.

I sighed and opened my eyes. It had been a sucky day, yes, but I wasn't the type to give up. I rose to my feet, collected what stuff I could in a box and my school backpack, before walking out of the complex.

Here would be the part where I'd text one of my friends saying I needed a place to crash. That'd be great if I had a cell phone... or friends.

My mom was diagnosed with a brain tumor the second term of my junior year. After twenty years of serving him, her precious God gave her a brain tumor in return. After all of those Sunday's that she'd make me get up at the crack of dawn (really it was twelve in the evening, but hey, I'm a teenager. I need sleep) and order me to wear a dress, before driving to the church, he turned his back on her.

So, safe to say, I became distant. Mom was always sick with chemo so half the time I didn't even go to school, I just stayed at the hospital, which was now her home, with her. All the extra money we had went to her treatments, so that's why I didn't have a cell phone... we didn't even have a house phone.

All of my "friends" called me a bitch. Saying that I wasn't fun to hang out with anymore, and I was just bringing them down with me. But what they didn't know, is that every Saturday when they're out drinking and partying... I'm taking care of my sick mother and laughing with the nurses at the hospital.

I was shunned out of the group of friends I had collected over the years. I wasn't sad like I expected myself to be. More like I was numb. I had put all of my sadness towards my mother's illness... that I didn't think I could be sad towards anything else.

When they called me a skank because I wore the same sweaters from two years back, I didn't bat an eyelash. When they called me a witch because I wore black and listened to what they call, "devil music", I acted like I didn't hear them. Like I said, I was numb.

I put my back to the complex entrance's door, so I could push it open. My eyes squinted as the sun blazed in the sky. That's another thing that pisses me off. When the weather wants to be happy as soon as you're having a shitty day.

I gritted my teeth, still mad at the weather, and began walking.

I had no idea where I was walking to, it's not like I had any family I could stay with. Mom was an only child, whose parents died before I was born. I never knew my dad so that was out of the question too. Mom was the only person I had... and if I didn't find a job tomorrow, I wouldn't even have her.

I walked for approximately two hours before I stopped at the town's playground. It was dark now, only the street lights giving me the ability to see the tiki hut. A little play house that all the kids played in.

My feet began slowly moving again, towards the little house. I put my box in first, then myself. It was a tight fit, but strangely... cozy. A bitter laugh escaped my lips. Look at me. No house. No money. I'm your regular hobo.

I absentmindedly pulled out my blanket from my backpack and curled up into a ball, laying it over top of me.

I shivered when I heard the sound of an owl's whowho.

My eyes squeezed shut with my to-do list on the brain. Find a job. Get a house. Safe my mom... because it looks like God wasn't going to.







A/N: Hey guys! I've had the idea for this story for a week now, and couldn't stop thinking about it. So I finally just wrote it, haha. CD is almost finished so I figured it wouldn't hurt to post another story. Besides, if this one turns out like I plan, it's going to be my favorite! :D

I really hope you guys like it, and if you do, please let me know! You have no idea how much it makes my day when you guys leave nice comments! (:

Pic of Callie to the side ------>

Enjoy. Love ya.

XOXOXO

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