When it happened

Chapter 1~ The process

Starting a new life isn't something I really had planned in my book of fucked up. But I can't control the things that people do, I'm only 18, but it still happened, even to me.

Oh, you're probably wondering what the fuck I'm talking about... My name is Misty Husher. And what the fuck I am saying is my story. My parents are divorced and my mother's a drunk and a cheater. She had been sent to a rehab center in Miami a few years ago but she relapsed about three months ago. Only, worse. She even started doing drugs. Not like crack or cocaine, but she hooked herself up on medical applications, prescription drugs. Even though she wasn't prescribed to have them, somehow, she got ahold of them.

My father and I woke up one morning to find my mother seizing and just on the verge of Od'ing. I think it effected dad, more then it effected me. When I was younger, I watched my mom Od almost every single month. I was used to it too quickly, and when my step dad left and my real dad came back, I watched it happen damn near every week. Dad said she doesn't know what she's doing because the drugs have fried her brain but I know she knows what she's doing.  She always wanted to stop.

Rehab did nothing for her, she's gone and got clean, but she's always relapses. My step dad came around about six months after the divorce. He was abusive, and aggressive with me and my mom. I dealt with it for just over two months, then I called the police from a friend's house. I had bruises all up and down my arms and legs, my sides were cut up and I wasn't having it anymore.

My friend's step mom told the police officer about what she could, with little knowledge on my situation, and my now not step dad went to jail, twenty five to life.

Now I just turned 18 yesterday, June 16th. Now it's June 17th, and I'm just leaving my last class of the day.
"Goodbye Mr. Gordon." I say, waving as I walked out of the room.
"Oh, Ms. Husher?" I stop and peer back at him, holding the door frame.
"Yes, sir?" I say.
"Good job on your history project in Mrs. Hayfield's class. I heard you got an 'A'."
"I did, thanks Mr. Gordon." He nodded and I walked away.
The halls were filled with students, all putting their books in their lockers, and chit chatting with their friends. As I walked through the crowd of people, I hear some of them whispering, about me or more specifically my past.

"She's just a broken little bitch." Said a football player to his pals. He stood across the hall, directly in front of my locker.
"That's what makes her the most dangerous chick in this school. I heard she got into a fight with Wagner, and he's still in the hospital. That was weeks ago!" Said one guy with glasses.
"Wagner is fine, you saw him a week ago with Silvia." The one with a hat said.
"If you're going to talk about me, the least you can do is not be within earshot. Dumbass's!" I say slamming my locker shut and turning to them.
"You aren't doing anything to you Husher."
"You're talking about me, it involves me." I say, shifting my weight on one foot and crossing my arms.
"So?" Glasses said.
I rolled my eyes and grabbed my backpack from the floor.
"Football players..." I mumble.

"What was that?!" The leader said.
"Dude don't." Hat guy said.
I turned around and looked at the leader.
"Chad right?" I say and he nods. "Well, Chad, you're a dick." I smiled and turn around.

You know how they tell you to not turn your back to your opponent, yeah, I used that to my advantage. Chad threw a left hook and I dropped down to my knees, flipped around and used my right foot to trip him over. Standing up straight, I looked down at his shocked face.
"Don't get up! And learn to listen to your pals, Chad. They're on your side." I smiled and walked away.

I walked out, and sat on the bench, waiting for my ride. Finally, it's quiet. Nobody comes out this way, and if they do, it's to get high. Fuck tards! I pulled out my phone and went through Facebook. I see a few new notifications from Silvia.

Now Silvia is school president. She has silver eyes and golden yellow hair. She isn't really my friend, I'd call her an acquaintance.

Silvia: Hey, Misty. Wagner is doing better...

Me: I'm glad. I don't understand why I had to beat him up. What was it again?

Silvia: the bullies... You got him out of school for the week, he's thankful...

Me: I broke three of his ribs, fractured his wrist, his shoulder, and completely cracked his ankles, but his thankful...?

Silvia: look on the bright side, at least we don't have to worry that he can't take a beating.

Me: I went easy on him Silvia. Chad and his pricks won't. Yeah, I give him a few broken bones, but they'll give him internal injuries, way worse than what I did.

Silvia: actually no, nobody is allowed to even yell at him when he returns to school in October.

Me: what do you mean?

Just as I sent that text, a blue SUV rolled up. The window were down and I saw my dad. His eyes had bags that had bags under them, I knew he was just exhausted.
"Hey daddy." I smiled, standing up and getting in the car.
"Hey baby girl. How was your day?"
"Fine. I got an 'A' in history."
"That's great, Misty."
"I tripped Chad a few minutes ago..."
"Misty-"
"Dad, he was being a jerk!"
"That doesn't mean you have to be one too."
"He tried to hit me when I went to leave, he had it coming dad."
My father chuckled. "Where do you learn to fight like that anyway..?"
"Friday's book club are actually karate class..." He smiled.

We arrived at the house and he pulled into the drive way. I got out and looked at my dad through the window.
"When you coming home?"
"Nine, get your homework gone, and clean up your room okay?"
"I will, love ya dad."
"Love you too Misty" I blew him a kiss as he drove away.

I walked inside and my phone chimed.

Silvia:  Wagner is going to be monitored next school year.

-He be protected like I wanted him to be.

-Misty?

Me: Look I don't care anymore, okay? Wagner is safe now, stop pretending to like me Silvia.

....

Yeah, I thought so.
I went down the hall to my room, it was way worse than when I left... Was dad in here, going threw my things? Why? Was he looking for something? I bite my tongue and started cleaning up. Might as well, I mean, it is my room so...

Afterwards, I sat at my desk and worked on my homework, like dad had said to.

Then my phone started ringing indecating a call.

I looked at the caller ID and I saw...

"Mommy"

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