Reluctant at the Record Store

Chapter 1

"Rosalita Ann Chapel what the hell are you doing?" I look up from passing the bong to Smith.

"Do not make me ask you again what the hell are you doing?"

"Well..umm" i can't seem to make the words come out. I mean my mom has finally caught me smoking weed with my boyfriend how can I explain this?

"No don't even try to explain yourself you need to pack your shit and leave"

"But mom where am I-"

"I don't know maybe with your father but you are not living here I don't give a damn where you live.. Once you clean up yourself you are welcome back but until then pack your shit and leave. And you sir can find your way to the front door and take that thing with you!" She says pointing to the bong in his hand.

Smith looks up at her and you can basically see the steam coming out of her ears. Her face is almost completely red and her hands are in fists at her side.

"I said leave!" She shouts at Smith which startles both of us. He gets up and kisses my forehead then grabs the bong from the side table and walks out of the room.

"So all this time 'studying'"she uses her hands to make air quotes. " you were smoking fucking weed. Here I thought I raised a good daughter but to hell with that." I can feel the tears coming to my eyes. In a perfect world I would have not smoked weed let alone get caught but this is not a perfect world this is my shameful life of being a 17 year old.

"You can sleep here but tomorrow I'm taking you to your fathers for the summer."

"But I hate-"

"I don't care Rosalita I don't give one fucking care you're living there and maybe he'll teach you right from wrong since I obviously haven't." She storms out of my room and slams the door behind her.

What have I done. If I wouldn't have talked to Smith and stayed away from him like everyone has told me to then I wouldn't be in this situation. I wouldn't have to go and live with my father. Whom I very much dislike.

There is a slight knock at the door,then my mom walks in.

"I need your phone"

"What why?"

"You no longer stay with me and I pay for it so hand it over."

I just look at her.

"Do not make me tell you again"

I still just look at her.

"Rosalita hand me your damn phone!"

"Okay okay damn."

I get up unplug my phone and hand it to her. She grabs it but I can't let go. My hand just won't let go. I'm to attached to my phone. I can't.

"Let go!" And I do just that. Suddenly I feel a hole in my heart. I'm missing my other half. Pathetic that I miss a phone this much but I relay on it for everything.

"I'll just have dad buy me one."

She laughs. "I told him what you did so have fun trying to get that out of him."

"Why are you so against smoking?" I question wanting to know why. I don't see what the big problem is.

"I thought I raised you better then to go and do something, something so vile in this house." Her face goes from angry to displeased. I really hurt her. She didn't mind me doing things but when it came to smoking and drinking she was against it no matter the situation.

"I'm sorry." I say and look down at my feet. I really am sorry. One of her main rules while living here was not to smoke and drink. And I broke that.

"I'm sorry that I didn't raise you well enough." Her eyes start to get tears in them but she blinks them away. If I learned one thing from her it's how to not show pain.

She walks out of the room and this times leaves the door open. I wouldn't trust me either. I just sit on my bed wondering why I didn't abject when Smith asked me to start smoking. I had the opportunity he told me I didn't have to yet I did. I broke her trust months ago. Yet she didn't know. I went behind her back. The one person I looked up to I broke.

I lay on my bed. And scream into my pillow.

*****

"Rosalita it's time to get up." My mom says in a small whisper, and shakes me body. "You need to get your things together."

I sit up and rub my eyes. I don't remember falling asleep. I do remember that I'm leaving to go to my dads. He lives half way across the country...my mom probably had this planned to find me doing something and get mad and send me to him.

"Oh and don't worry about getting breakfast just pack and get ready. I'll give you money for plane food just enough for something. Oh. And your father called this morning and said you are going to have to get a summer job."

Ugh working. That is not something I do. She leaves me in my room. I'm sitting staring at the wall. I won't see this house again till the end of summer when senior year starts. If she lets me back.

After about 10 minutes staring at the wall I get up and walk to the bathroom. I look in the mirror. My hair is a tangled mess and my makeup is smeared. To make my appearance worse a pimple has showed up right on my cheek over night.

"Dammit!"

I grab my face wash from underneath the sink and put it in the shower. I take off my jeans that I wish I hadn't fell asleep in and my purple T-shirt. I'm left in my matching black lace bra and underwear. I turn the shower on so it heats up then take off my remaining clothes and get in the shower.

The water is hot when it touches my skin. It feels amazing on my tense shoulders. I wash my body and shave my legs. Since my dad lives in Ohio which can get pretty hot in the summer. I'm actually glad I get to leave Oregon. It's so boring and nothing happens here. Well in my small town nothing happens. My dad lives in Cleveland being in such a big city well bigger then where I'm living now, more things might happen.

The water starts to slowly turn colder by the minute. I've used all the hot water and left to wash my face with cold water.

*****

"Are you almost done you have to be at the airport in an hour and hopefully there is light traffic" my mom yells up to me.

I take one last look in the mirror. I'm not wearing any makeup so nothing stands out. My hair is pulled up into a high ponytail. I'm in sweats and a baggy t shirt with sandals. I grab my suite case and head down stairs.

My mom has her hair perfectly straight. She is wearing eyeliner but not a lot just enough so her eyes are the first thing you notice. Her lips are glossy and she's tapping her foot.

She's wearing a black cardigan over a very formal red dress and heels.

"Where are you going?" I ask.

"I'm taking you to the airport" she says grabbing her purse from the kitchen counter and heading to the door. I follow.

"Wearing that? What are you doing after that?"

"Meeting someone, why do you all of a sudden take interest in my life?" Opening the truck. I walk back there and put my suite case in then shut it. My mom has now found her way to the driver seat. I walk to the passenger door and open it.

"Oh so you're not even mad at me you just want privacy for the summer to get laid." I let out a laugh.

"Rosalita! How dare you talk to your mother like that."

"That's how you talk to me."

"I have never"

"Lying is bad for your soul."

"Then I guess you're going to hell."

I ignore her last comment and turn the radio on. Nothing is on besides old people talking. I reach for my purse that is at my feet and grab my MKTO cd and put it in the CD player. And that is how we spend the rest of the car ride.