A Dream is a Wish Your Heart Makes

Chapter 1

I sat on my bed, knees to my chest, letting the tears fall from my cheeks. As hard as I tried, there was no escaping the anger I held for my mother and the memories of the only few things I did have.

I could hear her screams from above me. She was yelling at my dad again. This time something about how he stole her teeth and she kept calling him a rabbit.

I hated her. It was that simple. She brought fear into me when I was five and after, I just hated her. She wasn’t a mother. She was sick and my father was too busy with his job and seducing his secretary to even care. He would just leave when she acted like this. I don’t see why he couldn’t put her in a hospital and left them to deal with her. Our lives, especially mine, would’ve been so much better.

Heartless? Yes, but there’s only so much you could deal with. The woman was a lost cause. She was always too drugged up on acid to even care about how her only daughter was doing. I often wondered why she even bothered to have me at all.

The loud noise of the door slamming stopped my mother’s screaming, but only for a moment. Crashes and banging noises were mixed into the bunch. She was the exact reason I never invited any of my friends over. The house was always trashed because of her. I was lucky that I could hold my own job to install a nice heavy duty lock on the basement door. I had taken over the basement years ago, after convincing my dad to hire someone to refurnish it to make it livable.

“Oh god,” I groaned when another crash filled the air. “Will this ever stop?” I asked to the ceiling with tear streaked eyes.

The last thing that I wanted was to be here. Especially, without Dilan or Trixie. They were all I had and they both abandoned me. They were the people that I could count on the most. The people that would comfort me and tell me that I could stay at their house for the night. They would encourage me to move forward and be the best that I could, so that one day I could get as far away as I could.

But I didn’t have them anymore and neither seemed to care. I could imagine the hatred in Trixie’s eyes when she confronted me.

“I know about you and Hunter,” she had said after school earlier that day.

“Hunter,” I thought. “What a stupid name. Who in the hell names their kid Hunter anyway?”

I raised my left brow, not knowing what she was going on about. “What are you talking about?”

“Do you think I’m stupid, Madeline? He told me that you fucked him last weekend.” Her voice was getting slightly louder with every passing word. 

My brows furrowed. “I did no such thing,” I said boldly, not afraid to speak the truth. “You know I wouldn’t ever do something like that do Dilan. I don’t even like Hunter as a friend.”

She scoffed. “So you made everyone think.” She crossed her hands over her chest. “And don’t bother trying to convince Dilan otherwise. He already hates you.”

“This is ridiculous! I was with Dilan the entire weekend and he knows that! You know that!”

“That’s not what Hunter said,” she snapped. I always hated that boy and trust me, it didn’t even matter that Trixie was head over heels over him, I let it known that I despised him.

“Fuck what Hunter said. He’s a no-good lying bastard and there’s not a chance in hell that I would ever have sex with him!” I snapped, angry at how blind she was. “And if you didn’t have your head stuck up his ass you would see how terrible of a liar he is!”

“You got what you wanted, Madeline. Now just leave me the hell alone!” There wasn’t another word said as she spun on her heels and took off toward the exit of the school, where Hunter was waiting for her. I suddenly felt sad for her. She was convinced that he was the most perfect person on earth and she was so blinded by him that she didn’t want to see the lies that he had created. But most of all, I was sad for myself. I had lost the one other person that had understood me and my crazy life and we were letting that good-for nothing Hunter in the way of it all.