Chapter 4

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Max POV:

School finally ended and im on my way to my hell or house whatever, same thing. "Thanks for the ride Nate, i really appreciate it man." i tell him.

"No problem Max i would ask you if you wanna go grab a bite to eat but Mason made it clear to take you from school straight home so,"

That bastard, he knows how much i love free food.

"Its ok man, thanks anyways" i say getting off his truck waving goodbye.

"Your welcome beautiful, see you on monday" he winks.

Damn that kid is fiinneee! I unlock my door hoping mother isnt home or at least knocked out somewhere so i wont have to deal with us getting into it. I sigh walking into the small size kitchen and open the fridge, then the cabinets then the drawers looking for some God forsaken food. I finally find some very unhealthy stuff and head to my room, excited to watch Deadpool, Gosh i love him.

Im awaken by the front door closing. I sit up rubbing my eyes hazily looking around my room and notice all the junk food all over my bed. i guess i fell asleep while watching the movie. "Max get your idiot self to the kitchen!"

Oh yey mommys home.

"No thank you, i already ate!" i yell back, pff as if she would ever cook for me.

"What? I didnt make you food you worthless child. I need to tell you something!"

See.

I huff and get up of bed looking around picking up the generic Oreos to take with me. When i get to the kitchen i dont see her there. "Kayla?" i call her out. If you hadn't notice me and my mom dont get along. Yea she pretty much wishes i was dead. She doesn't like me calling her mom. Apparently i don't deserve to call her that since i came into this world out of hate and sadness. Her words not mine.

"Im in the living room" she replies if that tiny ass space is even considered a living room.

"Ah so now you wanna play hide and seek with me"

I tell her crossing my arms over my chest raising an eyebrow at her. She looks at me with those dull hazel eyes i inherented from her. Her blonde hair scattered like if she hadn't brushed it in days.

"You see its that mouth of yours that gets you into so much trouble. Must you always be such a smart ass?"

"Yes."

"Well no one will ever love you like that. Nobody even does right now. Its cute how you try and hide your pain with the tough exterior you put out, sad really" she crosses her legs looking up at me.

"Kayla, i feel no pain. What i put out for the world to see is what i actually am. Now if you think that the abuse you put me through all these years made me feel some sort of way, then your sadly mistaken. Dont give yourself too much credit" i reply my face blank of any emotion.

"Well then i should of done a better job of beating you up then. Maybe my fists weren't enough, maybe i should of said yes to the men that were willing to help me by taking you away from me having you for themselves. Maybe that would of been what you needed. You piece of shit" she glares at me

"Maybe..." i say nonchalantly

I see her swiftly get the mug from the coffee table and throws it at the direction i was in. Before i could duck the damn thing hits me in the head. "Fuck!" i yell out, you wouldnt think a fucking mug would be so dangerous until you get hit with one by your crazy ass mother.

"Listen you brat don't think that you can talk to me like that. I have the upper hand here. The minute i feel like it ill call the police and you end up in juvy, one more fuck up and your gone your out of warnings. i own you, you do as i say, got it?" she says triumphly

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