If Only . . .

My home

My walk home with Ariel was great. But as soon as we came home, she completely ignored me. Ugh. We live in an apartment with two bedrooms. Me, Ariel, and Chris shared a room, while my mom got her own. Unlike other people, I have only my mom, grandma and grandpa (and Ariel and Danny). My father . . . . .  Was a scoundrel. He left us. Last time he visited us, I checked his phone. And there I saw a picture of another woman. I never felt so betrayed. He never pays child support or anything. I distance myself from everyone, I wasn't about to get hurt . . . Again. Including my own family. Soon my mom came home, at 5:30 pm. I was on my phone, on Instagram. I was minding my own business, until my mother came by.

"Mia! What the hell are you doing! Why are you playing games?" My mother screeched. She snatched the phone out of my hand, and said, "You are only average! What makes you think you can do whatever you want? You don't get all A's in classes-"

"At least I get A's! What about Danny? He only gets A's in two classes!" I shouted back. What can I say? I'm a rebel. Plus no one was going to stand up for me. My brother was taking a shower and my sister was in our room, playing games too, and playing sort of loud music.

"Hey! This is about you not Danny! Don't you dare go against me! You little-" my mother said, in a very angry tone. She slapped my face. My heart felt squeezed, in pain. I was on the verge of crying, but I wouldn't let myself. I never cried once since since second grade, when my father, no he left us. My face tingled, but at least there wasn't going to be a mark left.

"If you're going to cry, don't you dare decide to go against me, you filthy _____!" my mother whispered, still angry but also happy that she got what she wanted. (Please fill in the blank with whatever comes to your mind.  ;] ) After she left, I stuck my middle finger behind my back, pointing it at her. This wasn't fair. But in life, nothing is fair, I reminded myself. I sighed as I steadied my breathing, without any tears coming out. My heart was still feeling squeezed, and hard too. But I was used to this feeling . . . At least I thought so. No one cares about me anyways. That's why . . . That's why you shouldn't let people into your lives. So they can hurt you over and over again. I sighed once more, as I layed on the floor, staring at my phone my mother gave back to me (she dropped it on the ground in front of me before she left.) I looked up some sad stories on YouTube, hoping some stories are sadder than mine. Because in life, you can play your own story. You are the main character. And you are the most important one.

Hey guys! I hope you enjoyed this story, well not the "sad" part, but still. Just saying, this story isn't true so please don't make any hate comments or anything if that makes sense. I hope you will read more in the future with me. Thanks! Luv you guys who read this second chapter. Mia is 17 btw. See you next chapter!