Demonic Beauty (ON HOLD)

Demonic Beauty

It was 10:30 p.m. I just jumped out of my two story bedroom window perfectly. It was a beautiful summer night, with a beautiful full moon. Not a cloud in the sky. Stars everywhere. You could just make out the Big Dipper. Too bad I had to leave. I couldn't stay here for long, cooped up in a bush admiring my surroundings. I had to put as much distance as I could between me and this hell hole that I call "home."

Last night, I was lucky enough to have all the privacy I needed to prepare myself for this moment after, yet, another huge fight with my parents. A few hours before the bickering began, I asked if I could go to a party with three of my best friends tonight. They immediately said no. Of course, most parents would want to know the details before they make any decisions. Not mine. I don't get to do ANYTHING. They just don't "trust" me or something. I begged them to let me go. It was rumored that this was going to be the best party of the year, because Mike Hunter was throwing it. Everyone knows he throws the best parties. Last year, mostly everyone that was there got arrested for almost everything. DUIs, Underage drinking, sex, fights, vandalism, you name it. Except for the run aways that made it to safety, they all said it was worth the arrest. The party was that great. Exciting. Thrilling. Of course I didn't tell my parents any of that. They might've sent me to another school if they knew!

So I BEGGED my parents to let me go. Making sure I only mentioned the important things that would benefit me, and leaving anything else. I would only be a few blocks away, and we would have 4 phones in case something happened; mine, Brittney's', Gavin's, and Rick's-my best friends since the second grade. I wouldn't drink or do drugs or have sex or fight or get my self arrested some how. I would, however, enjoy myself and have fun, but stay to my values and obey the law.

Unfortunately, none of my points seemed to make a difference. They didn't want to hear any of it. Too busy with their nose in a book or a newspaper, drinking wine or coffee. It was 8:30 then. We had been arguing for at least two hours straight, and all of us were out raged. Me at my parents for not letting me go, my mom at me for refusing to cooperate, and my dad at both of us since we wouldn't shut up so he can read his paper. He's such a waste of space sometimes. So we all got to the level where we were yelling so loud, when there was ever a point of silence, it felt like our ears would explode.

They finally heard enough and told me to go up to my room since I already had dinner, and to not ask again, or even think for a second they would change their minds. Too bad by the time I turned on my heel, and stomped up the stairs, I had already developed a plan to go to the party, and maybe even run away.

I was fed up with this shit. Always being pushed around or pushed away. And for what.. I was always "in the way". Well what the hell was I suppose to do!? Stay up in my room, never to see the light of day?! That's sure what my parents made it seem like.

I wasn't allowed to go anywhere, and when I did, I was either forced to go, or always have both of them up my ass the whole time. Asking what I'm doing, who I'm with, when I'll be back, what I want for dinner tonight, wheres the remote to the fucking tv. Like really..

I was ready to make my own decisions. Live my own life.. or so I thought.

I only wish I would have listened to them and not snuck out at 10:30. After all. Its dangerous for a "pretty" sixteen year old girl like myself to be out on the streets at this time of night. If only I would have thought about what I was doing instead of trying to be defiant.

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