Chapter 3 - Home life
Its about 6:30 mom just left to work and its just me watching my games and step dad downstairs. I hear my name get called from the basement and start walking down cautiously. As I get to the bed where he is laying he had asked if i wanted any weed. I said yes. Im a smoker (I will admit even to this day I still am) and ever since last weekend when I asked him if I could try some I had smoked probably 3 times since. I smoked almost a dull joint to myself so I was baked. I was sitting in the chair and the room was spinning.
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BEEP! BEEP! BEEP!I slammed my hand down on the snooze buttton. Its the next morning and I notice im in the same clothes as last night still feeling a little of the weed I stand up and walk to the bathroom. Walking out I realize im not wearing a bra. I dont remember taking it off. Infact I barely remeber anything from last night... I throw on a pair of sweats, tie the strings and a tank top and head downstairs. As I get to the fridge not even realizing he is home I hear a thundering voice say
"YOU ARE NOT WALKING OUT OF THE HOUSE DRESSED LIKE THAT!"
I turn around to see the ass head of a step dad. I was so tired of his crap out of all people why did my mom marry him. I had no idea what she ever seen in this jerk.
"Why not? Its not like im wearing a skin tight top that shows off my whole damn stomach! " was my response.
"I DONT CARE! U can clearly see the top of your boobs and you are not wearing that!" He yelled back at me again. With that he walked towards the basement stairs so he could get the final words.
"Dont you EVER talk back to me like that again!" he walked downstairs and I stormed off to my room!
God did I ever hate him hes so rude. But I always said nothing becuase he was an intimidating man. He was 6ft almost 300 pounds of muscle. He always had to be the greatest. I've never had a dad figure other than him. Since I didnt know who my real dad was.
I grabbed a different shirt and put it on. I flopped on my bed just thinking about how it was back in the city. All the friends I had and how there was things to do. Out here it seems boring. There's nothing to do...what do people do out here? A loud growl from my stomach had broken the silence of my thoughts. In the kitchen once again to get some food but this time to actually eat something.
Lynn comes running down the stairs singing. Shes always been so happy. She jumps to the counter with a little hop and grabs a bowl. Humming the same tune she goes to grab the cereal as well. I take a bowl out from the same cupboard take the milk from Lynn as i almost forget about the cereal. I dont know what i was thinking its still early. They start school earlier here than they do in the city becuase its a grade seven to twelve school. So they start at 8:45am.I take my bowl of cereal and sit down on the couch to eat. Lynn was sitting across the room and there was just silence between us as we ate our breakfast. I finished my bowl and headed to the kitchen to wash, dry and put away. I knew if I didnt I remembered the last time I didnt do that I had dishes after mom's spaghetti night. It was not fun! Taking off back upstairs I jumped on my bed to finish some last minute homework. I just finished and packed my bag and ran downstairs. I took a quick glance at the clock and it was 7:58. My bus will be there any minute! Lynn had already gone i threw on my shoes and headed towards the door. As i turned the corner to get to the kitchen i heard his voice once again before I went off to school I swear it was just to taunt me or some reason to yell at me.
"Late again! Nothing new!" was his last words. What damn step father he was.
As I ran out the door I yelled downstairs to my mom as always everyday since grade 4 when I moved in with her:
"Bye I love you see you after school!"
"Bye I love you too have a great day hun!" was her reply as always.
Although it never had a different effect on me it always melted my heart everytime to hear it.
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A/N: short chapter this time but I hope your enjoying so far :)
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