School as usual was utterly boring, I would rather go home and spend time reading my stories. Then again, I'd also rather sleep some after not getting much last night thanks to Mr.Dick Face-my nickname for my step father. The only thing I ever looked forward to during the day was being able to see my boyfriend of three years, Christian.
Christian had graduated a year before me. He played soccer and some how got interested in a nerd girl like me. Not that I'm unattractive or anything. Christian -Chris for Short- had medium length red hair, hypnotizing green eyes, and amazing body and stood at 6'2. My dream guy. I lucked out finding some one I could relate too, and still be so damn sexy. I on the other hand stand at 5'0, long black hair and hazel eyes. I have an athletic build, but I'm not super model skinny, I got my tiny pudge.
Chris and I meet one day while I was taking a run and he was playing soccer, some how he managed to hit me right in the head with the ball as I was running by. of course, we exchanged numbers his excuse being, "I want to be able to reach you and make sure you're okay!" Typical boy, right?
School was dragging on today, the only thing that kept me going was texting Chris during the day, however today he only wanted to talk about Dragon Ball-Z, bleh. Lunch was interesting though, a fight broke out and some girl had to be rushed to the emergency room to get stitches. Ouch.
Finally the day ended and I was able to drive home and relax. Or so I thought, Dick face was home. Probably too hung over to go into work today. Honestly I don't know how he keeps his job with how he is some times, hell I don't know how he ever has friends. Guess you can keep them when you don't show your true colors.
"You're grounded, give me your phone, and car keys Sheyrena," Mother said as soon as I walked in the door. What the fuck? I hadn't done shit last night.
I was about an inch taller than my mother, so I was almost level with her. She had long blonde hair, and hazel eyes. I got most of my looks after my mother. My black hair came from my father. She stood at 4'9 and was just a little chunky, but wearing the right clothes, you'd never notice. She was gorgeous, I never understood why she went after that.
"Why am I grounded?" I asked politely.
"Do not back talk me Sheyrena or I'll add another week!" Mother was acting like a bitch today.
"I only asked what I had done, considering I haven't done anything at all."
"Talking back to Lucifer is what you done." Lucifer was my step father, ironic how that worked out.
"I don't remember talking back to him any, mom." I replied smoothly. He probably just wanted me grounded for his satisfaction, he hated me. Fine by me, I hated him too.
"The other day Sheyrena, when he asked you to do something for him."
"Mother, I hate to tell you, but I didn't back talk your husband." I was getting pissed off, he knows very well I didn't talk back.
"Stop lying to your mother right now young lady!" Dick face finally spoke up with a smug look on his face, knowing full and well that he would get a rise out of me. It worked.
Lucifer was about 5'7, with short salt and pepper hair, he kept his hair in a high & tight. Ridiculous hair cut. He had a few pounds on him, but wasn't exactly fat. He had shit brown eyes. Literally.
"Excuse me? We both know full and well I never back talked you, you're the one lying to my mother!" I was getting really pissed off.
"Yes you did lie to her, and I'm not the one lying through my teeth!"
"Would you shut up? I mean really. The only reason you even said any of that bullshit is because you want me grounded since you didn't beat her last night," I said angerly pointing to my mother, "So now you're taking your hung over anger out on me!"
"I WILL NOT HAVE A SEVENTEEN YEAR OLD BRAT SPEAK TO ME LIKE THAT IN MY OWN GOD DAMN HOUSE! DO SOMETHING WITH YOUR LITTLE BITCH!" He screamed.
"I may be a bitch, but at least I'm not a bastard." I said, referring to his dad being dead. Low blow, but well after all the shit he has put me through, I could give a fuck less.
"DO SOMETHING WITH HER!" He screamed at my mother.
"WELL I WOULD IF YOU'D SIT DOWN AND SHUT UP SO I COULD!" She replied, "First off you will not call my daughter a bitch. Sheyrena, you will not be disrespectful to him in this house, he is the adult here, not you, you will show him respect."
"I'll show him respect when he shows me respect. I don't give out respect to man-children." I hissed.
"I DON'T HAVE TO SHOW YOU ANY FUCKING RESPECT! I'M THE ADULT NOT YOU!" He spat out.
"Well maybe you should try acting like one every once in a while, know what? I'm done with this bullshit." I turned to walk away, heading for my car.
"GET BACK HERE! RIGHT. NOW!" He was screaming at the top of his lungs, instead I turned around and with a smile on my face I simply replied, "Go fuck yourself asshole," then walked out.
I could hear him screaming all the way to me car, and as I drove off. As usual when I drove by people gave me looks of curiosity. That only knew about him screaming, and that I was the 'problem child', as he told the neighbors. If they only knew the truth. Honestly the funny part about all of this? When he would hear of someone beating on their wife, he would comment and saying dumbass shit like, "What the hell is wrong with him?" or "I better never catch that," and sometimes, "That's fucked up, you shouldn't lay hands on a woman." HA! Hypocrite.
I drove to Christians house, and by the time I got their I was crying, thinking of all the bad things in my life. Yeah I was blessed to have what I did, but I'd rather be dirt poor then live with that man for another day. I parked my car in his drive way and walked to his door, after two knows, he opened it. He took one look at my appearance and knew Lucifer had caused it all.
I recapped what happen to him, and by the end, Chris was really pissed off. It amazed me that after three years he could still love and care about me so much. I'd never had that before. I'm glad he doesn't drink, smoke, or do any kind of drugs it's relieving.
"I'm getting you and Amelia out of there," He said after twenty minutes of silence.
