Romantic comedy

Jonas

Have you ever looked at yourself in the mirror and think why don't I fit in? Why am I different? Why.....am I not loved like everybody else?

Then came a bang on the bathroom door.

"Jonas!" The monster I liked to call Mom exclaimed. "What are you doing in there?"

I looked at myself in the mirror and I remembered that I was in here because I was preparing for school.

"One sec, Mom." I said, turning around to grab my clothes and putting it on.

"You better hurry!" She shouted. "I am late for my date."

"Don't you have better things to do?" I asked. "Like keeping this family alive?"

"Don't you have better thing to do also?" Mom asked in return. "like making money for me?"

Selfish Mom and her stupid boyfriends.

I sighed.

Mom and her dates. I always got paranoid about that. She dated new guys every single week. She dated my neighbor, teacher, and random gangsters. This year worst mother award would go to her for sure. Not only her every single week dates, she was an alcoholic and other horrible stuff that I don't want to mention, but mostly a monster to her own children. Once, she threaten to kill my little infant brother, Dante. I was six at that time so I was able to stop her. Barely. That was tough for a six years old boy like me. Now my brother lived with my grandmother, Natasha. She was a good person. Why did she had a horrible daughter like my mother?

"I'm coming in!" She opened the door.

"Why?" I flushed.

She just gave me a Are you kidding me look. "Put some clothes on."

"I was-"

"Nonsense." She interrupted. "I put clothes on faster than you."

Yep, she definitely does. That was her best skill putting clothes back on really fast. That was why she never get caught by Dad. If Dad was here, he might do something about Mom. I missed him so much.

"What are you looking at, boy?" She asked, arms crossed. I never realized that I was looking at her face.

"Nothing." I told her.

She took a step toward me. "Oh really?"

"Yes."

Mom shoved me against the wall and whispered, "If you ever think about that douche again," She drew a line across my neck. "you are a goner boy."

She moved away from me and did her makeup for her date.

For me I put on my shirt and left the bathroom. There was going to be one day that I will leave this hell hole and find a place for myself. This would be the day.