The Freak and Geek

Chapter 5

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                             Don't you just love the holidays? Spending time with your family, around the fire place, and snuggling with some hot cocoa.........well that doesn't happen with my family. The last time I actually had a real Christmas was  about when i was 7. It was my family all together, and we were having a great time. Until the neighbours called the cops and they arrested my 3 uncles for the previous crimes they got away with. Its such a bummer but I don't really care, as long as I got my new best buds Sasha and Scarlet I feel like this holiday won't be so bad. Since tomorrow is the Christmas eve, I should make the best of it and have fun....I hope.......

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                             I wake up to the warm feeling of the sun on my face. I open my eyes to see my phone having an orgasm with notifications. I slowly rise from my back side and yawn enormously. I unlock my phone only to see a whole bunch of cunts sending me "Merry Christmas and Happy Holidays" messages. I lay down back on my back side and for some reason I start to think of all the people in my life. I mean the whole meaning of Christmas is to be happy and have the spirit of giving, but no one really cares about the person giving you something. They honestly care about the quantity of how much they get. They're are some selfish bastards I say, but lets just forget about the bad things. I should be exceptionally happy, and I really am. Mainly because I was invited to Sasha and Scarlet's place. They have honestly been such good friends, I don't know any other friend that would do that for me........

                         I get up again this time with excitement and anxiety, because I have to take the biggest piss of my life.  I rush to the bath-room and sit on my toilet, letting the fluids go. I hear a rustle in my shower, I look to the side and see my curtains moving and someone moaning. I grab my plunger and slip my underwear on. I slowly raised the plunger and walk towards the curtains, I felt my heart beating hard through my chest as if it were trying to jump out. I quickly slid the curtains open and see my mother laying in there with a bottle of whiskey. I took a breath of relief but I was still mad at the fact this stupid fuck was in my shower and stunk of alcohol and other substances. I grinned my teeth, and stormed out of my room. I quickly walked to the kitchen and grabbed the bucket from under the sink. I filled it with cold water, and dragged it to my room. My mother was still passed out. I raised the bucket over my head, my arms were struggling to hold up the weight. Finally I was able to toss the water. The icy cold water rushed on my mother like a tidal wave. My mother right away screamed and attempted to get out of the tub, but she failed. She looked at me and said in a low tone,

"Why the fuck would you do that!"

"Why are you drunk in my shower, your supposed to be sober"

"Danni shut up, you don't know what your saying your just a kid. Not only that but your just a burn out just like your piece of shit dad"

"I'm the kid? I have been taking care of myself for more then half of my life. Your the fucking kid"

My mothers eyes became watery pools, she got up came close to me and whispered in my ear,

"Get out of my house"

My eyes widened, I thought I would never hear those words from my mother. The day a mother abandons her child would be her life's end, but this wasn't a regret for my mother. This was a relief to her whole existence. I looked at her eyes  trying to find a reason for any regret for what she said, but there was nothing but cold glares.

I grabbed my bag and packed my clothes, my eyes were watery and my mind was in a void of nothingness. I grabbed my bag and walked towards the door, I gave one last glance at my mother. She looked at me, and looked away. My heart shattered into pieces that could never be put back together, but my mind told me that leaving would be the best thing that could happen. I closed the door of what was once my house. I walked slowly off of my pathway to the door onto the side walk. I started walking down my block, and at the end I took one last glance of what used to be my house. I shut my eyes, and in that moment.................I shed the last tear of my childhood.