Meekly Rhythm

Daily Life

"Sy! Sy! Get your ass up, you ungrateful child"

I awake to my mother yelling at me in my dark room. As my eyes adjusted I picked up my phone to discover that it was 3:10 in the morning. I shifted my eyes to my mother who looked at me with utter disgust and distaste towards me.

 I sat up in my bed, at the sight of this, my mother took the opportunity to let out what she so 'desperately' needed to tell me.

"How many times have I told you to wash the damn dishes!?"

I rubbed my eyes in attempt to comprehend the words my mother just said.

"huh?"

"Did i fucking studder or are you just hard of hearing? 

Still looking in a dumbfounded way at my mother I wondered how she even got in my room in the first place. I locked my door how in the hell-

*Slap*

My body fell sideways onto the bed. As i looked up at my mother she was glaring at me, and upon further inspection i could see my unhinged doorknob in her opposite hand.

"I give simple rules to follow, I expect this house to be cleaned everyday. I expect my laundry and my dinner to be made at a certain time and I also expect my daughter to not be a total fuck up!" 

I looked away from my mother in attempt to block out her words.

"I wasn't even here all day today how could i have ---"

"That's because you were off being a slut with that so called make believe band" my mother interjected.

"No wonder your father left us, it's all your fault! Why did he ever leave me with a selfish fuck up like you?" "If it wasn't for you, he wouldn't have left us that night and he wouldn't have--  

I looked at my mom to see the tears welling in her eyes

"He wouldn't have died! you killed my husband you murderer!"

I looked away from my mother. I knew that my dad's death wasn't my fault. I knew that my mom was letting out pint up frustration even though my dad died 8 years ago. My dad caught my mother cheating when I was 10. They filed for divorce and my dad got his things and left to stay with my grandma. On his way to her house however, he was cut off by a pickup truck going 80mph. My dad's car flipped and landed in a ditch and in the process broke both his back and his neck. 

As tragic as that story is, I believe that my dad was a good man. He was my partner in crime and we did everything together. I wholeheartedly believe that my dad was an angel on earth and I know that God would want his most precious angels in his kingdom with him. I know that my dad is in a better place, that's why i will never shed a tear.

My mother is being totally oblivious to the fact that she did cheat. She started this whole mess and is taking it out on the easiest target, me. 

I love my mother so I will not make the mistake of fighting with the women who has given birth to me. "I'm sorry mom" i say quietly looking down. 

"You should be she says waving my unhinged doorknob in her hands. "And don't you think that even for a second you'll ever get this back." she says snarling.

I nod my head as she stomps out of my room leaving my knob-less door ajar. I fall back onto my bed thinking of what just happened. I rub the side of my cheek and I feel the swelling getting worse. 

I turn over and squeeze my eyes shut and just hope that I don't get woken up again.

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*Beep* *Beep* *Beep*

I shift uncomfortably in my bed. The constant beeping from my phone is making me more aware of the day that's started. With a grunt I turn to my phone and turn off the alarm. It's 5:30am and I am just not feeling ready for today. I suddenly remember that today is the pianist audition for the band. Ultimately the flutter in my stomach caused by the exciting thought convinces me to get a move on.

I climb out of bed and head down stairs. My mother is nowhere to be found. She must have already left for work. I take a look around the kitchen and the living room and I still find everything to be messy. The dishes were still in the sink and the trash was piled high with god knows what. Wow, is she really going to leave me to do all of this? I thought to myself. I shrugged knowing that class didn't start until 8:15, I had plenty of time so I  began cleaning the entire house. 

I then went into the laundry room and started washing all of my moms clothes. When that was finished, I went into the kitchen to cook her dinner. I prepared spaghetti with meat sauce, I then made my mom a plate, wrapped it with saran wrap and placed it in the fridge for later. By this time her clothes should have stopped washing. I walked to the laundry room and transferred the damp clothes to the dryer.

Walking past the kitchen, I glance at the clock and notice that it is now 6:45. I use this time to finally get myself ready. I head upstairs to my room and find my over sized black hoodie along with some skinny jeans that haven't been washed in about a week. (That didn't bother me though). I went across the hall to the bathroom to brush my teeth and wash my face I looked at myself in the mirror for a moment and noticed that the left side of my face was badly swollen. I would cover it up with some makeup but to my dismay, I didn't even own makeup, not even any lip gloss. I'll just tell the boys that I fell I thought shrugging to myself.

 I pinned up my curly hair like I always do and made my way back down stairs. 

Glancing at the clock again, it is now 7:25. I head back towards the laundry room just in time to hear the buzzer of the dryer. I took the remaining time that I had to fold my mother's clothing and put them away in her room nice and neat. Glancing around the home, I double check that everything is in order upon my mothers arrival. Feeling very accomplished, I dash back up stairs to grab my backpack, phone, and my beats.

Walking to the front door, I slip on my combat boots and head outside to my bicycle.

And just like that, I'm off to School.