Waiting On A Change

Chapter 2

I stand there for a few more seconds to take in the scene before speaking and her realizing she's not alone. She doesn't say anything so I say, "BITCH WHO ARE YOU?!"

She jumps back from the stove dropping the utensil on the floor. She's wearing the most scared face like she has just seen a ghost.

I have her right where I want her to be until she realizes I'm only a teenager and not my stepfather's wife. My mom!
The scared look she once had disappeared and replaced with a grimy smirk like she's up to something. Which she was very much up to a lot.

"Bitch? Is that what I heard you say?", she finally says.

"Yeah! You did and what are you going to do about it? BITCH!" I reply, putting special emphasis on her new nickname.

"I don't think we know each other well enough for you to be calling me names. Don't you think?"

"I don't need to get to know you to know that you're a pathetic tramp that's sleeping around with a married man. Do I?" I spat back at her.

"You must be Paris. I've heard quite a few things about you." She says walking over to the sink filling a cup of water up to the rim. "Your father told me it shouldn't be hard shutting you up."

And as she said those words she turned and threw the cup of water at me like the bitch she was. She wasn't going to get away with that. I ran up on her throwing the hardest swing I could. She fell on the floor yelling and screeching like a little baby. Without much thought, I grabbed her by the hair and beat her ass like she stole all my money.

Not much farther in our rumble do I realize my mother standing in the doorway.

I stop everything. But that was a stupid idea because the bitch came at me hard this time.

"Get off her now!" my mom yells, punching the bitch in her face.

Now the bitch is knocked out cold. We stood over her staring in silence. Mom finally breaks the silence.

"He cheated again didn't he?" whispers my now crying mother.

"Yes Mom! When are you going to come to realize he doesn't love you? When are we leaving? It's a year since you said you were leaving and I can't take this anymore!"

"Paris I know that everything you're saying is right, but you know I can't provide for us by myself. Ever since your father died Antony has taken us in. Everything is his! There's not a damn thing in this house that is ours!"

"Why can't we just go live with Grandma Marett?"

"Maybe we will baby." she grabs me for a hug.

"Maybe you will what?" booms the familiar male voice that I oh so hate.

"Oh! Antony, we were.... We were..." she stutters.

"We are leaving!" I yell at them both.

He laughs. "You're leaving? And where in deed do you think you're going?"

"That's for us to know and you to never in life find out. You're a disgusting cheater!" I say pointing towards the kitchen.

I only half forgot about Little Miss Bitch. She was now getting up rubbing her now wet hair.

"Shonda! I told you to be gone 2 hours ago! Side lines don't stick around. Get the fuck out of my house!"

Little Miss Bitch heads towards the door. Before exiting she asks, "Are you going to pay?"

Antony throws a wad of cash and orders her to get out.

Not only is this dirt bag pimping in front of my mother but she's allowing this! Something is wrong with this picture. He has brainwashed her into thinking this is okay.

"What the hell! You have no respect for your wife! Why would you do that in front of her?" I yell at him.

I'm 5'3 and Antony is 6'5 which means he towers over me like a giant. He points his long finger in my face and hiss, "This is my house and the last time I checked I do as I please. I control everything and will control you both till the day I die. Now get out of my face you little wuss!"

I run up stair as fast as I can. As I shut my door I hear them arguing just like any other day. Nothing that happens in my life is new. My life is hell and I pray everyday that a change might just happen.

I had tons of homework but I wasn't in the mood for it. I only wanted to talk to one person. Miquel. My boyfriend was the best. I think the only thing I had in life besides my school life to brag about was him. He was not only my boyfriend but my best friend too. He always knew how to make me smile.

I grabbed my new Galaxy S5, and pressed and held '2'. Yes, I have my baby on speed dial. He's the only one to deserve that privilege.

The phone only rang twice before his sexy voice sounded.

Him: Hey baby girl. How was your day? You did good out there at the pep rally. I'm proud of you.

Me: Thanks! But like usual my day is always good until I get home.

Him: Things will get better Babe, I know they will.

Me: If you say so, but I don't think so unless my mom finally decides to escape this hell pit of a house we leave in.

Him: Don't talk like that. Things couldn't be too bad. You practically live in a mansion with everything a kid could possibly ask for. Be blessed. On top of all of that you got me!

Me: You're right.

Him: I know I am. Now let Daddy come over and show you some good loving.

Me: Only if you bring Chick Fil A. That plus your loving is satisfaction!

Him: Anything for my beautiful queen. I'll be there in 15 minutes.

Me: Yay! I love you. See ya.

Him: I love you too. Bye.

CLICK!

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Author's note:
This is only the beginning. Stay tuned to learn more about Paris, her boyfriend and her dysfunctional family.

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