Purity (COMPLETED)

Chapter 1

Two in the afternoon. Classes were over and the sun was shining. I walk towards my house with my coat and scarf hanging from my arm. I could feel the coldness wrapping around my body like an ice pack.

We didn't have any homework for once. Caleb was picked up in a limousine and I, well I walked to my small house as always.

I stopped when I saw my moms car sitting in the driveway.

Mom's car? She always works late.

I ran up the driveway past my mom's black Honda and up the stairs to the front door. I opened the creaking door and saw that my mother was sitting on the leather couch that was pushed against the wall.

"Mom? Did you get of work early." I closed the door behind me and looked at her. She laughed and snorted.

"Yeah right and go back there? No thanks. I quit today." She then turned her attention back to the TV. I stared at her for a few seconds. I couldn't believe what I just heard.

"You what? Mom... you just can't quit. You still have bills to pay and we need food." She pushed the pause button on the remote to pause her reality show and stood up then looked at me.

"Well if your so worried about it then why don't you start paying for the bills."

I looked at her with disbelief.

"Your kidding me right? Mom! We need food and water! We have to have electricity and if your gonna keep this up we will lose the house! And is that whisky?!" I asked looking at the bottle of whisky that sat on the table beside her chair.

"Whatever. You might as well get a job. And I can drink if I want to."

"Mom! I can't! I'm only 15."

"Then get older." She sat back down and continued to watch her show and drink straight out of the bottle of whisky.

I looked at her for a second. I then pinched my self to see if I was dreaming and I walked through the living room and into the hallway.

I walked down the hall to a white door and opened it. I stepped inside the my room and closed the door. I leaned back on the door and sighed.

"Whats wrong with her?" I asked myself looking at the ceiling.

I looked up and walked over to the picture on my black dresser. It had my dad, mom and me. We were all smiling then.

My dad was in the army. He was a part of the airforce. So I never saw him that much. I picked up the picture and sighed.

"Ever since you've left, she's gotten worse." I took the picture and walked over to my desk and put my book bag on the chair.

My dad died a month ago and the last time I saw him was in this picture. They were ambushed and he was the bravest one there. I heard he fought back and got people to saftey. I looked down at the picture.

I felt tears come to my eyes as I thought about it. Ever since then my mom's had trouble paying the bills. Now she's just given up. I wiped the tears off my face and sighed.

I sat down on my purple blankets that lay on my twin sized bed and looked over at the window. It was starting to turn cloudy again and I could hear thunder.

How can it go from sunny to cloudy just like that? I sighed and turned on the TV that was sitting on a table infront of my bed.

As the static turned into a blue screen with the words: Breaking News on it, I heard the news lady talk about Caleb.

"Caleb Hendrick has made an announcement. He says that he will no longer be having a pop-star life. He says that he will go into modeling instead so that he can stay in town."

I looked at the news anchor surprised.

"He's giving up his career? So he can stay here?" I said. Why would he stay here?

I heard a loud crash come from the hallway and I jumped. I grabbed the bat that was beside my bed and I stood up and opened the door to see my mom sitting on the floor.

Tears came out of her eyes as she tried picking up the glass that came from the whisky bottle.

"Mom?" I walked out of my room setting the bat down and walked towards her and pushed the glass out of her reach, cutting my hand.

I sat beside her as the whisky spread across the hardwood floor. She looked so upset and put her arms around me.

"I should've stopped him from leaving! Its my fault! Why did he have to go and leave us!" She asked. I looked down at her and stroke her hair like she did when I was little.

She cried as she hugged me tightly. Blood spilled out of my hand but my mom needed me more. She also had a small cut on her finger. But all she could do was cry.

Seeing her like this brought tears to my eyes and I hugged her even more. I managed to get her up and into the bathroom so I could wrap up her finger. She took a shower and collected
herself.

I helped her to her room, not stepping on the glass, and had her go to sleep. Even though it was 3:35.

I sweeped up the glass and wiped up the whisky. I looked at my own hand. I sighed then decided to take a shower. Blood and whisky filled the bottom of the bath tub as it sank down the drain.

I looked at the water coming out of the shower head and sighed. After my shower I wrapped my cut up and sat on the couch.

I hugged my knees as I looked at the black screen. When did it get like this? I heard the home phone ring in the kitchen and I got up to go answer it.

"Hello?" I grabbed the phone from the wall and put it to my ear.

"Hey Kori. I was just wondering are you friends with Caleb Hendrick?"

"I am, but who is this. Is this his fanclub?" I asked jokingly.

I heard yelling in the back round.

"So you really are huh? Look just stay away from him. Got it? We don't want him hanging around with a loser like you. See you at school Bitch." The person said in a tone that made my blood boil.
Then the line cut and I could here nothing.

I put the phone on the wall and sighed.

"Idiots."

Thank God it is Friday. I went back over to the couch and saw a flash from the window. I looked out and saw lightning. Thunder followed and so did rain. It's not even raining season yet. I walked silently to the couch and layed on it hugging a pillow. I hid my face with it.

"Why did she have to quit now? We are still behind on last month's bills." I closed my eyes and sighed.

What else?...

I couldn't stop thinking about seeing my mother. On the floor, with whisky all over her clothes, tear faced, and a little blood coming out of her finger.

Why now? Why today? I looked at the pattern on the pillow.

I felt myself getting sleepy and I closed my eyes. Whats the point of all this?

I pushed my face against the pillow and cried.