The Breakthrough (HIATUS)

Ch 7

   There I was, just standing in the doorway of my hell hole of a house. Demi was out with some friends from college. My mom and dad were giving me looks of disgust, shame, hurt, and anger all at once.

"And WHERE have you been all day and night!?" my mom asks, demanding.

"You're only 17! You have NO business being out all night, NOT checking in with us! And more importantly, you skipped your meet with the advisor! What do you have to say for yourself, young lady!?" my dad asks, furious.

"She was probably out with those 'scene' friends of hers, or some guy..." My mom stated, with disgust in her eyes.

"Well for one, I WAS out with my amazing 'scene' friends, AND an amazing guy. I purposely was out all night JUST so I wouldn't even have to THINK about law school! For the last fucking time, I. AM. NOT. GOING. END. OF. STORY!" I say, kind of yelling.

"You better not have done anything against gods will...Lord knows you probably have! And those scene creeps of yours are a BAD influence on you! And while your under this roof, you will attend family dinners, church on sundays, and you WILL talk to the Harvard advisor about enrolling for the fall semester after you graduate! DO YOU HEAR ME!?" My father says, screaming.

"And where's the purity ring we gave you months ago!? And WHY are you dressed like a skank!?" My mom asks, in a cold tone.

"Will you people SHUT the fuck UP? It's bad enough I have to claim you bastards as my parents, and that I have a satanic sister! I can't believe I'm stuck in this hell with you people ALL the way until May 29th!" I yell.

"Well...for ONE your 'satanic' sister is an angel and gift from god. YOU on the other hand...not so much..." My mother says, with hate in her eyes.

"YOU need to start being more like Demi! She's a business major, is making great grades in class, AND she has self respect and morals for herself! What do YOU have, Elizabeth?" My father says, also with hate in his voice.

"We raised you to make something of yourself, and you waste your 'talent' wanting to be a musician. All that leads to is drugs, piercings, tattoos, and waking up hungover every night!" My mom snaps, shaking her head.

"You should be ashamed of yourself. We're more sorry for ourselves, having to claim YOU as a daughter! Out of ALL our biggest mistakes, you've won yourself number one on our list, young lady..." My dad snaps.

   I felt the tears forming in my eyes, not just out of anger, but a little hurt that they had the nerve to say all of this. How a parent could say this to their child was FAR beyond me. I wasn't gonna stand for this anymore. I balled my fists up and dropped my things, looking them both straight in the eyes with hate.

"YOU BASTARDS ARE THE WORST THING TO EVER HAPPEN TO ME! FUCK, YOU MAKE STEP PARENTS LOOK LIKE SAINTS! IM ASHAMED TO CALL MYSELF A MARTIN, BECAUSE OF YOU GUYS! 40-SOMETHING YEARS AGO, YOU GUYS' PARENTS GAVE BIRTH TO THE WRONG THINGS! I HATE YOU ALL WITH EVERY FUCKING INCH IN MY BODY! I'VE NEVER FELT THIS MUCH PAIN, UNHAPPINESS, MISERY, AND HATE IN MY LIFE! IT'S ALL BECAUSE I HAVE TO DEAL WITH YOU PEOPLE AND YOUR ON-GOING SHIT EVERYDAY! I CAN NEVER WIN WITH YOU ASS-HATS, YOU CAN NEVER BE PLEASED! I CAN'T WAIT TO GRADUATE AND GET AS FAR AWAY FROM YOU GUYS AS POSSIBLE! I SWEAR ON OUR GREAT GRANDPARENTS GRAVES THAT I'M NEVER LOOKING BACK! I FEEL SORRY FOR MY ROTTEN SISTER DEMI, BECAUSE SHE HAS TO DEAL WITH YOU BASTARDS. ITS ONLY A MATTER OF TIME BEFORE SHE TURNS HER BACK ON YOU, YEARS FROM NOW...IF I COULD KILL YOU BOTH, I FUCKING WOULD! I HOPE YOU BOTH DIE, SO I CAN GO TO YOUR FUNERAL, AND LAUGH AND TALK ABOUT HOW SHITTY OF A JOB YOU DID "RAISING" ME! I'M GONNA BE A MUSICIAN AND I'M GOING TO MUSIC SCHOOL WHETHER YOU PRICKS LIKE IT OR NOT! SO SUCK ON THAT!" I scream, with tears of anger rolling down my cheeks.