Tale of a teenage disaster

As I step out of my mothers car I look around. Feeling at home in a sense. Knowing that I had finally escaped the hell that was that piece of shit trailer.

It had constantly smelt with the scent of 40 oz and rotten food. Every night hearing my mother scream because of my ex step dad beating her senseless in his drunken rage spin me into a level of depression and fear that no one should ever suffer.

I take a look around at the apartment complex that Charlie and his dad had moved into. It was pretty nice and secure. "I can't believe my baby boy is leaving me" my mother says trying to hold back the tears. I ignored her. I knew that no matter how much guilt she put on me this was the only way "that incident" wouldn't happen again.... Hopefully.

"ok well come help get your stuff out of the truck" she had said finally giving up on the fake crying after realizing that I wasn't phased.

Almost instantaneously after I knock on the door I'm greeted by Charlie. "Brother, holy jebus you got tall" I had flashed back to the last summer we had spent together. We were both 4 foot 9 inches. He hadn't changed a bit. Still as short and stocky as ever only difference is that he's now 5 foot 4 inches. I had remembered the times we shared. He had taught me many things. How to steal, best ways to "pick up chicks" and smoking weed. He was the bad kid that changed me from the babbling, fat, mamas boy to a 6 foot 1 inch skinny kid who skates and wishes he had a British accent for some reason.

before I could take my first step into the door my mom had stopped me. "micah don't forget to ta-" "yeah yeah take my meds. Lord knows they make me the happiest I'll ever be." I say in a sarcastic rude tone. "And before you try to remind me about it, yes I will remind dad about my session with my new therapist" I say coldly as rip my arm away from her grasp.

As I cringe from the pain that shot up and down my arm I walk in to see my dad looking straight at me. "well good to see you again Micah" his words were warm and he was the exact things I wish my real dad was.

I can feel one of the heavy suit cases slipping from my hands as Charlie says "here take your shoes off here and our room is in the back"

As I slip my converse off and head to the room I can hear my mom demanding Charlies dad. "he needs to take his Abilify and Klonopin in the morning and before he eats dinner. And also he meets with his new therapist at five pm every Tuesday and not a minute later Robert" she says coldly with envy in her voice.

My mom had always hated the fact that I preferred Charlies dad over her. When I spent entire summers up there and how I was never at home when she made dinner. So because of her petty ways we moved. In return I now call him dad mainly to piss her off but also because he was there to guide me on my problems. The first time I had called him that my mom was so furious. She had nagged me the whole way to my step dads. It was worth it. The smile on his face is something I will never forget. And when he had said "I love you son and your always welcome here" it was nice feeling accepted for once.

"ok mom you can leave now" I defend dad making her back down from her nagging spree. "Micah give your mom a hug at least" Charlies dad says trying to sway me to be nice.

No matter what anyone does to him he always tries to be nice. He says karma will get those who treat others wrong in the end. I try to model myself after him but towards her I just can't. She's unforgivable after the hell I went through.

I go to give her a hug and I feel her bone like arms wrap around me as her ribs that stick out plainly as day dig deep into mine. "ok bye mom, I love you" I say feeling dirty afterwards. "I love you too son and if you need anything "handled" tell me and I'll call uncle tiny."

My mom over the years has become affiliated with many gangs. She mainly calls upon my fake uncle tiny and the Arian Brotherhood. However when it comes to me she's over bearing with it. It's too much in my opinion.

As I close the door I take a deep breathe of relief. I lean my back on the door knowing that I would never go back and stay with her.

"ok Micah go get your stuff un packed and put away. And tell Charlie that we're goin to Vetoni's to eat tonight in celebration of our new adopted Italian son" he jokes

Finally for once in a long time I had felt something I haven't felt in what seemed like a eternity. True happiness.

(hello ladies and gentlemen. That the end of my first chapter. This was pretty much a fill in to the description and what all is happening and why. Anyways I'll try to post a new chapter every week in inspiration of a new friend. But hey if you liked it tell me and if you have any suggestion and advice. See you all soon)