Hard Times

Chapter 2!

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Chapter 2

                IT’S KENZIE'S POV!

                I wave goodbye to Zayn’s car, and shut the front door behind me. I slip off my shoes quietly, hoping not to let my parents know I’m home. It’s silent in the house, so they’re probably still sleeping, or out.

                I walk past the stairs and into the living room, to check if anyone’s home. I turn the corner to see my mom lying on the couch, knocked out. There are three bottles of vodka scattered around her, and candy wrappers everywhere. The TV was still on, with maury playing. I give out a deep sigh, and start picking up the bottles and wrappers scattered around. When my hands are full I make my way over to the kitchen, and dump the things into the garbage.

                I go back out into the living room, and switch the TV off. Right when I do that, my mom stops snoring, and wakes up.

                “WHAT?! WHY’D YOU SHUT THAT OFF I WAS WATCHING THAT!” she yells at me, half awake.

                “Mom, you were passed out on the couch, you weren’t watching anything.” I say.

                My mom holds her head as if it’s hurting, but continues to talk.

                “YOU DON’T TELL ME WHAT TO DO THIS IS MY HOUSE YOU HEAR ME? COME HERE YOU LITTLE-“ She tries to reach for me, but I can tell her vision isn’t the best.

                I give out another sigh, and walk out of the living room, my mom still screaming at me.

                I climb up the stairs, straight into my room, closing and locking my door behind me. My room was fairly big, since my parents where rich, due to my dad selling alcohol and drugs, and my mom being a prostitute. She thought that me or my dad didn’t know what she was doing out every night, but we knew.  Her excuse would always be, “I’m working.” Which wasn’t a complete lie.

                I throw my bag on the floor and decide to change out of my all black clothes, and rummage through my closet for something else to wear. It was only 1:00 pm so I couldn’t change into my PJs yet, so I decide to wear this: http://www.polyvore.com/faaaaavve/set?id=93286111

                I walk over to my bed where my laptop sits. I get comfortable on my bed, and open my laptop. I immediately go to twitter, and tumblr, scrolling down my timeline and dashboard.

                About five minutes later, I hear my phone buzz from inside my bag. I let out a small groan for the reason I have to get up.

                I put my macbook down beside me, and walk towards my bag. I rummage around trying to find my phone, and when I do, I pull it out. I see that I’ve gotten a text from an unknown number.

                Hey are you sure you don’t want to come? I’m kind of bored being the only girl…

                I’m confused for a second, but then I realize it’s Amna.

                Just then, I hear my front door open and slam shut.

                “WHAT THE FUCK I GOTTA DO TO GET SOME MONEY AROUND HERE?!” I hear my dad’s deep voice scream from downstairs. My head jerks up towards my door.