The Curse on my Life

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"I hate you!" The three words I never thought would come out of my mouth to my mother did and that wasn't the end of it.

"You are never home, but when you are, you expect so much from me." I couldn't control my anger. I just let it all out.  "This is my last year at school, I'm studying all the time but still, you take your shitty moods out on me like it's my fault you have to work two jobs and why Dad left you."

"That's enough Delilah!" My mum snaps. "We've had this talk so many times." She says, placing her head in her hands.

"Well apparently not because you still treat me like everything is my fault, Mum."

"Delilah, please, I can explain everything, I've been very stressed about something which no, it gives me no right to treat you the way I have been lately but please, let me explain."

"No!" I punch the wall, causing her to jump. I was furious. "No Mum, I'm going to leave this house and you cannot stop me."

I walk towards the door. I can hear her sniffling from behind me but she lets me go. I slam the front door behind me.

I pull out my phone and text my boyfriend, Adam.

'Hey, I'm coming over, I'll explain the late notice when I'm there x'

I feel goosebumps form on my skin and body starts to shake. Shit, I forgot my coat and it's pretty cold out.

I hug my arms as I walk. Almost there. Thank God he doesn't live far. I approach his house and notice both his parents cars weren't there.

I lift the doormat on the porch up to grab the key when the front door opens. I look up to see Adam standing there.

I couldn't decide whether I wanted to cry, start ranting or just act like nothing was wrong.

Instead, I don't do any of those things.

I grab his shirt and pull him towards me. He goes to speak but I kiss him before any words could escape his lips.

We kiss for what felt like forever when he finally pulls away. Confusion and lust were in his eyes and it seemed like he wasn't sure what to do.

"I know this is random but please can you take my mind off it for now and I'll explain after."

I feel like I'm acting desperate but then again, this is my boyfriend of nearly a year so I'm sure it's not too weird, right?

He seems to hesitate at first but soon enough he has lifted me off the ground and taken me inside.

"Well, let's take your mind off everything then." He whispers in my ear.

-.-.-.-

We lie in his bed, like he's waiting for me to speak but I just couldn't.

I sit up and turn to the edge of the bed. I pull my bra on but struggle to clip the back.

"Lilah, let me help." He reaches to help clip my bra but I pull away. I stand up, tears forming in my eyes.

"You can't help!" I shout. Oh no. I'm about to rant and he was only talking about my bra.

"It's all my fault my Dad left, why my Mum is working two jobs." I just fall to the floor now. I was so angry at my mum that I told her I hated her.

She chose to have me and I'm a horrible daughter. Her and Dad would still be together and happy if she chose not to have me.

Adam sits on the floor next to me and does my bra up for me as I still hadn't done anything about it.

"Babe, I understand-"

"No you don't, Adam!" I yell. "You don't fucking understand, you have both your parents, they both earn lots of money and you get treated like you're freaking Jesus or something so no, you don't understand."

I finish getting my clothes on and storm out.

"Delilah!" He shouts from the front door. I ignore him. I'm already halfway down the street. I'm just running. I wish I could just keep running and never stop.

Why does everyone think they understand what I'm going through? They don't.

It doesn't take me long to get to back to my house but when I do I reach my house, I pause. Do I go inside and apologise or do I continue walking?

I go to head towards the park near my house when sirens sound from the other end of the street. I look at the house across the road, it must be for them. Their son has seizures and the ambulance is often there because of how bad they get.

I keep walking, knowing the boy will be okay because it's happened many times before and he's fine in the end.

I am nearly at the turning point for the next street when I hear the ambulance pull up. I turn around, thinking it was going to be the boy's house.

But it wasn't.

It was mine.