You Cant Have Me

Chapter 1: bitch of a mother

"Haydn! Get down here and come eat!" My bitch of a mother yells. My mother has made really bad mistakes in her past and people say 'oh look I bet she's gonna be just like her mother. A fuck up' when they look at me. Yeah well guess what I'm nothing like her. Ok the rebel in me is a little bit like her but that's it.

"Fuck you and your food!" I yell. Yes I just said that to my mother but she deserves it. She's the reason why my father is dead. Her and her stupid decisions is why he ended up in his coffin years before he should be and I will forever blame her.

I hear stomping just as I am done getting dressed.

"Don't you fucking dare say that to me again!" My 'mother' yells at me as she slaps me.

I raise my eyebrow at her and say. "Fuck. You. Bitch."

Her Face is so red of fury that I can laugh at her. But my face is just as red.

"You little bitch!" She yells

I roll my eyes and say "just like you where do you think I get it from?" She slaps me one more time and turns to walk out of my room but before she leaves she turns around with a glare on her face. "Starve to death then bitch."

I smile wickedly at her furious face. "I will but only because your food taste like shit." I sneer. That was the last straw before she started beating the shit out of me. I'll never learn. My mouth and my words always gets me in trouble. Been like that since day one. It has only gotten worse ever since my father got taken away. He was the nicest man you could ever meet. I don't understand how he ended up with my mother. He always tried to stop her from making bad choices. Sometimes it use to work. But he couldn't stop her from making a horrible choice that got him killed. I'll never forgive her for what she's done.

After she was done with her abuse she told me to fix myself up because she was having her'friends' over. I have tried to go to someone to get her in trouble but some how some way she gets away with everything she does. I think it has something to do with her little 'friends'. I hate when they come over because the men always look at me with lust and the women are always too high or too drunk to even notice that their boyfriends are cheating little fucks. And when they do realize they look at me with so much hate and whenever I pass by to clean up their mess they do that fake cough Bullshit and call me a slut.

I always tell me little sister, sadie, to go in her room and lock it. She is 8 years old and shouldn't have to be around those people. They first came to our house right after the funeral, which my mother didn't even show up to, and threw a big ass party while I was left with my 6 year old sister crying. I had just turned 17 last month and my mother had ruined my birthday. I have never wanted to leave this hell hole of a house so badly ever since. And when I leave I am taking Sadie and all the money that my dad had left behind that my mother doesn't know about.