Not What You Expect.

Chapter 2: Starting off on the wrong foot

My alarm mom yelled at me to get up. She came in and shook me. I was tired.

"What the he-ck mom." I said trying my hardiest not to curse. I looked at the time. Five am.

She walked out of the room. Leaving me pissed off. I sat up. She knew I would take forever. Her eyes showed surprised when she saw me in my room. I gathered all my clothes. A hat. And a couple other things. I grabbed my pillow. I had no idea where my aunts house is. I grab a couple of my sisters things before walking out. I slam my hand against the table

"Mom! It's literally five in the morning!" I scream.

"Calm down, it's a long drive. You can go to sleep in the car."

"No way in hell am I riding with you. I am riding my motorcycle."

"No you're riding with me."

"Then how in the name of God am I supposed to get my bike there." I test.

"You're not."

"What!"

"Don't look so surprised. It's time I put limits on you."

"Mom!" I beg.

"No. It's not happening."

"You don't even care about me. You're always off at work. You didn't even realize I got expelled the last week of school. And Liam always hits me. So does Calvin. How am I supposed to survive without my bike! That's like taking away my freedom!" I screamed, I wasn't helping my case. I just told my mom stuff I wanted to keep hidden. Yes I got expelled for punching Calvin. Yes my stepdad hits me. Everything can't get worse.

"Oh honey! I had no clue! Why didn't you tell me I was married to an abusive cop. You should break up with Calvin. And you were Expelled!"

"Um..... Yes. Listen I tried to break up with him. Many times. He hits me, so I punched him in the face, leaving a bloody lip and broken nose. That's why I was expelled. Liam hits me when I get in trouble. Mom I can't live like this!"

"And that is why you are going to your aunts."

I grab my stuff and walk out the door. Slamming it behind me. I run down to the lobby. The guy sitting there watching me. He's about my age. Fresh out of high school or something.

"Hey kid!"

"What?!"

"You dropped something." He pointed to a picture. I run back and get it.

I storm off again. Throw my stuff in the back of the car. I walk to another parking space. There was a bike. I get on and turn on the bike. It's around six now, and I wasn't putting up with my mom. I drive away.

Being the pissed human I am, I start to scream while driving down a highway. No one in sight. I had no idea where I was going. I realized I was almost out of gas. Good thing there was a gas station near. I pull up to the station. Pumping the gas my phone vibrates in my pocket. I take it out.

Here's the address meet you there.
452 North road, east 34 street Salt Lake City. - Birth giver.

Sure. Whatever. -t

Great about a five hour drive. Nothing to do. The gas still isn't finished when I her a voice.

"Hey beauty!"