Troubled Ones

Chapter one

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I rub some glass off my knuckles and make my way through the glassed floor to get inside the bath. This is the only time I can be in my own world for as long as I want. My knuckles are starting to burn but that's ok. I like the pain; it gives me an adrenaline rush.

After an hour of sitting in soapy water that smells like cotton candy...YUM...I put my robe on and go into my room taking my bubble bath soap with me. As I get dressed I hear my mother get home. Let me tell you a little about my family. I have a brother who is a year younger than me. We look like twins...or at least we used to back when I didn't "look like a skeleton." Last year my mother killed my father and set it up to seem as though it were an accident. She did it after she caught my father cheating for like the 50th time. Yeah, he was a man whore. I don't know exactly how it all went down my brother and I were at school. My father loved beating his kids. I heard a rumor that he has about 10 kids with other women. 12 in total with my brother and I. My father wasn't always the man whore with many children. Even though he beat us when we misbehaved he wasn't so bad. I don't know why but when I was about 13 my father changed and the beatings got worse. I guess the second best thing about his death is that it brought us wealth. We got life insurance money and my mother wrote a successful book on what it's like to lose a husband and another about her twisted family when my parents were a bit younger than I am. (Who knew mom could write?) My parents knew each other since childhood. First best thing about my fathers death?: no more suffering for my mother and some peace and quiet. Before our wealth my mother and father worked their asses off just so that we could have a roof over our heads. Then my mom kills my dad and poof the money problem is solved...maybe she should've killed him when I was 13. My life wouldn't have been ruined and I would be happier and healthy. I lied about saying "little story" earlier haha sorry about that.

"Addie, your brother and I brought some pizza for us come down!" My mother yells from downstairs. I finish putting clothes on and go downstairs. "Ugh, what did I tell you about wearing extra baggy pajamas. You look like a boy! Why don't you wear the pajamas that I buy for you?"

"Leave her alone mom. They're just pajamas." My brother says defending me.

"I'm not going to bed looking like a whore in booty shorts and a tank." I Said.

"I will not permit tomboyish actions in my house." She replies taking a bite off of a pizza.

"Here sis." Andy says passing me a slice.

"Thanks." I say in a hushed voice.

"It wouldn't kill you to speak up." My mom says whispering to mimic me. She wipes a sweaty strand of her blonde hair away from her face. "Would you mind turning up the temp on the thermostat." She says wide eyeing my brother. "Are you gonna eat or not? I didn't spend money on food for it to be thrown out." She says to me. The pizza smells delicious. It's my favorite food.

I eat three slices and wait for my mother to go to her room to watch her Hispanic shows. Yes, I'm Latin American living in upstate New York in the suburban part. My brother has already gone to his room to play video games. Anyway, I'm guessing you know what comes next right? I go to the downstairs bathroom, lock the door and stick my index finger down my throat as I hover over the toilet. I feel my eyes burn like heck as the tears kick their way through my eyeballs. Nothing comes out of my mouth though. I take a deep breath and try again...still nothing. What's going on? Why isn't it working? This ALWAYS WORKS. WTF?! I frustratingly try again this time using my middle finger. Why do you think? Cause it means the curse word? Heck no! I'm using it because it's the longest finger. And here you are judging me.

Still nothing exits my mouth but a harsh cough. I sit on the floor, hug my legs and start sobbing. Then I hear her yelling. "WHAT THE FUCK IS THIS? ADDIEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!" I hear her thumping down the stairs. "Addie!" She cries out. I roll my sleeve over my knuckles to hide the cuts. I get up quickly and unlock the door.

"What's wrong?" I ask calmly.

"What's wrong? What's wrong is that the bathroom mirror is shattered to bits!" She yells. What's the big deal. She's yelling over a mirror WOW. I just stand there staring at her like she's nuts. Cause she is nuts. "Are you gonna say something?" She asks.

"What is there to say? You already said it: the mirrors broken."

"Don't try to be smart with me Adelia Scott. How did it happen?" She asks calmly now but sternly.

"It fell off the wall when I slammed the door." I lie.

"Why the heck did you slam the door?" She asks anxious to know everything.

"Same reason you used to slam doors mother." I say and start to walk away to my room.

"Don't you dare walk away from me while I'm talking to you Adelia...GET BACK HERE." She yells behind me but I go to my room anyways and lock the door. "Everything I've done for this family and you can't even respect my property!" She yells banging on my door. I put on my headphones and start blasting music to drown out other noises.