The Promises You Make

Losing grip

My life isn't what most would call 'Normal' most 'Normal' teenagers aren't caretakers for their mothers, when my dad left I had no choice, it was either that or watch her get sent away while I was placed in foster care for the next two years.

My name is Teresa Lynn Burns and i'm seventeen, please don't get me wrong I hate this, I hate taking care of the one person who is supposed to take care of me but when my father packed up and said goodbye I felt as if I had no other choice. It's not all bad either sometimes my mom has clear days where she knows what's going on and well acts like a real mom but those days have been few and far between recently. 

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"Stop watching us!" I heard my mothers yell from the kitchen, I jumped out of the shower and ran to the kitchen to see my mother sitting on the floor in her robe holding a butchers knife as though someone was going to kill her, I looked around and noticed that our home phone was destroyed she had stabbed it.

"Mom it's okay they aren't listening anymore you made them go away." I cooed as if she had done something good, as if she hadn't smashed our only home phone, it was the only way to soothe her. "Thank you for making them leave us alone mom." I said as I pried the knife out of her death grip she looked up at me and gave me a small smile.

"I did good?" She asked and I nodded my head trying hard to keep my tears at bay. 

"You did very good mom you always protect us. Thank you very much." I whispered helping her up. "Let's get you to your room mom." She obliged silently as I led her to her dark room settling her down into her large bed.

"Now mom I won't be home until late because I have to work, so our neighbor Linda is going to come over and check up on you, remember Linda has a key." I said softly but when I looked up I noticed it didn't matter my mom was already fast asleep. Sighing I tucked my towel tighter around myself and went to change for school, I only had an hour and a half before I needed to be there. 

Entering my room I picked up my clothes I had laid on my bed and started to get dressed, my black skinny jeans weren't tight anymore and I knew it was from the weight I had been losing there was just to much to do in the day that I almost always forgot to eat my meals, my shirt was tight on my stomach and I could see my hip bones when it rose up, my denim button up was unbuttoned. Looking in the mirror I barely recognized the girl looking back at me.

I combed my fingers through my long damp hair and decided to leave good enough alone, I grabbed an apple on top of everything I didn't need another "she's anorexic" rumor circulating. Grabbing my phone and back pack I was out the door and heading towards the bus.

Savannah, Georgia was a relatively large city and traveling to school was a hassle, the bus was always full, whether it be bums getting out of the cold, nosy rude women who always had snide remarks, or business men that saw what they wanted and grabbed it even if what they wanted was a person. I got on and noticed there were no open seats so I would have to spend the twenty minute commute standing. 

I stood and grabbed the pole in front of me so I didn't fall, it took less than five minutes for me to feel a calloused hand on my hip I didn't turn around keeping my eyes trained forward I grabbed the hand and pulled it off but not one second later it was back on. 

"Hey miss, you can have my seat if you'd like." The voice was rough and I looked up to see a boy glaring at the guy who had a death grip on my hip still not even fazed by the heroic boy, he looked at me his pale blue eyes seemed to soften and he motioned for the seat that one of his friends was holding I nodded and thanked him trailing across the isle to the seat. 

"Are you okay?" His friend asked looking at me with concern and another emotion I couldn't place I nodded my head. "My name is Chord, Chord Vasquez by the way."

"I'm Teresa Burns and yeah i'm good. Thank you for that." My voice came out clear but even I could hear the way it shook at the end.

"Where's your stop? We'd hate to leave you on here with that creep all alone." He looked sincere enough.

"The High School, Alfred E. Beach." His face lit up into a beautiful smile making a dimple appear on the left of his face. 

"That's where we are going as well. We're new to this school, us and three of our other friends." My heart skipped even when I begged it not to. He smiled again and so did I.

Looks like i'm really in for it now.

-A/N- Thank you for reading the first real chapter I hope you liked it and I can't wait to continue it!! <3 Love you guys!