Issues

Chapter One: Finding Out

Chloe's P.O.V.

     The hard wood floor is cold against my bare feet as I walk into the kitchen to grab a late night snack.  I couldn't sleep considering my mom is busy fucking her new boyfriend down the hall and my music couldn't even get louder than them.  I open the fridge and grab the gallon of chocolate milk and I pour some into an empty glass.  I grab a pack of Oreos out of the cabinet and I head back up into my room.  I plop down on my bed and I set my snack on my stand while I grab my phone to check the time...Ugh.  It's four in the morning and it's a fucking Saturday.  The only day I can sleep in considering I'm a senior in high school...I wonder if my best friend Olivia is up.

     I scroll through my contacts until I find our messages and I decide on sending her a quick text.  I wait for a reply but I don't receive one so I take it as she's asleep...not surprising.  I finish my snack while listening to the radio and I scroll through my news feed.  Soon enough, the sun rises and I hear laughter coming from downstairs...great he hasn't left yet.  My mom's boyfriends name is Michael and it may seem like I hate him it's just I don't know.  I guess it's because me and my mom have been on our own for many years because my dad died when I was three from a car accident and I really never thought about my mom being with another man.

     I get up from my bed and I walk into my connected bathroom because I decide on taking a quick shower.  I turn the hot water on and I let it warm up while I remove my pajamas from my body.  I step in and the water is hot as it runs down my body and it takes a few minutes before I get used to it.  I wash my hair and body in vanilla scented wash and I shave completely while I'm at it.  I stay in the shower longer than needed because I am not ready to face the cool air when I get out.  Eventually, I grab a towel and I wrap it around my body before stepping out and going into my bedroom to get dressed.

     I slip on a pair of baby pink lace panties with a matching bra first.  Then I decide on wearing jean booty shorts with a black tank top.  I blow dry my hair and I straighten it.  Once my hair is done, I do light makeup and I grab my phone off of my bed to see that I have a text from Olivia.

~Olivia~ Hey lovey! 

~Me~ Hey babes.  Get dressed.  I'm coming to get you so we can go to get breakfast.

~Olivia~ Kk.  See you soon!

     I slide my phone into my back pocket and I head downstairs and I walk into the living room to see my mom and Michael sitting on the couch.

Mom: Hey Chloe, can you come sit for a second?

     I nod my hair and walk over and sit in the chair.  They look at each other and smile for a second before my mom speaks up.

Mom: So me and Michael have some exciting news.

Me: Okay what is it? 

Mom: We are going to be moving in with him and his son.

Me: Son?!?

Michael: Yeah, my son is Twenty two and he lives in the furnished basement.

Me: And when did you decide this mom!

Mom: Honey we were going to tell you sooner but we had to get everything settled.

Me: Do I even get a say in this?

Mom: No you don't.  You have to be okay with it whether you like it or not.

Me: Great! When is this happening?

Mom: Well, actually tomorrow.  His place is fully furnished so we don't need anything except our clothes and personal belongings so you need to pack your stuff.

Me: Ain't this fucking great.

Mom: Chloe! Watch your language!

Michael: It's fine Emily.  She's just being over dramatic.

Me: You don't know me!

Mom: Honey calm down and you can have Olivia come over to help you pack if you want.

     I just nod my head and get up while storming out of the door.  How could she just expect me to be okay with this? This situation just sucks.  

     I walk over to my car and I get in.  I start the car and I pull out of our driveway and I blast the radio.  I head to Olivia's house and I can't even think straight because I am just so mad at my mom right now.  It takes ten minutes to get to her house and I honk the horn.  She comes out wearing sweat pants and a spaghetti strap.

Olivia: Hey bitch!

Me: Don't start.

Olivia: Why what's wrong?

Me: My mom just told me that we are moving in with Michael tomorrow.

Olivia: Your joking right!

Me: I wish.

Olivia: Damn...that's messed up.

Me: Yeah tell me about it.  Can you help me pack?

Olivia: Of course.

     Me and Olivia sing to the radio while we head back to my house and luckily their not here.  We go into my room and start packing my clothes in suit cases and my mom has already put boxes in my room for my clothes.  It takes us all day to pack everything up in my room and Olivia gets picked up by her mom.  I hear soft knocks on my door and my mom peaks her head in.  She brought me a plate of food and I tell her I'm not hungry and that's all that is said.  I love my mom but I can't talk to her right now because I don't want to say something that I'll regret.  Ugh hopefully tomorrow goes better.