The Life of My Mother

Aftermath

This is my first story, don't judge me and thank you for reading.

I woke up on the cold tiled floor. The place was a mess, trash everywhere, red plastic cups, strings and any other common thing you'd find at a party. I stood up against my body's will as it wanted to go back to peace and rest but I knew I'd be trouble if I did. My spine made some cracking noise as I slowly stood up, probably laying in that position for so long. I was a mess, my hair was ferocious, my cloths were dangling on me and I smelled horrible. I looked around and found that I was in the living room with other people as well, all sleeping. I walked to the couch to sit but found my boyfriend with some girl wrapped in his arms. Seeing that I didn't really care but I guess I had to move on. Derek had always been like this, not caring about me in our relationship even though we've been together for about a year now. Always cheating and the verbal abuse was something I'd always get from him. He was possessive and never wanted to break up with me even though he slept with so many other girls. My flame for him was long gone but currently I didn't care for that. I just wanted to go home and get some sleep before those faggots annoy me. As I got to my car, I searched my pockets and was go glad I didn't lose them this time. As I drove back I had to make sure I didn't fall asleep because I didn't want to get into a car accident. When I got home, it was somewhat light out but it was dark enough that  no one would he awake. I unlocked the front door and went straight to my room without bothering to even change. I didn't really care though, I just wanted some sleep.

When I woke up I heard arguing outside my door. Arguing was never something common and so rare in the house that I stayed awake to hear what the fuss was about.

I hear Isaac, my dad that actually looks like me, raising his voice.

"She's had too much and you're still babying her!"

Then there was my least likeable, Mike. He was Asian and I didn't like  him. I knew who was my biological father was, I didn't need him and he knew I didn't like him. I had always been with them since I was young. I knew I wasn't his child because I looked nothing like him. He was a good looking guy actually, but I just didn't like him. I sometimes actually believe that he made my father gay. I look more like Isaac them Mike.

"I know that, but she'll hate us more than already if I intervene," Mike sounded desperate. Before I knew it, daddy Isaac barged into my room with an angry face.

"Get up, I know you're awake. I've had enough of this Sky!" He shouted. This was so not like him, he never shouted at me and I mean never. When I didn't move, he grabbed my arm forcefully and tug me up so I was in a sitting position.

"What the hell is wrong with you!" I shouted at Isaac. He glares at me and like I said, this was rare.

"Get cleaned up and meet us downstairs," He demanded and I knew he meant it. Mike on the other hand had a worried face and it just ticked me off for some reason.

"You faggots can't tell me what to do!" I shouted  at Isaac and I knew the moment it came out, I regretted it. The hurt on Mike's face was pain full to even look at  while Isaac's face transformed. The anger in his eyes were visible, heck, anyone could. His face redden and his glare intensify.

"Get cleaned up and met us downstairs, and you better be quick,"He ordered me again.

I knew better than to argue with him, so I frantically nod my head and they left. After I gotten ready, I walked down the stairs very quiet without being noticd. The stairs were connected to the kitchen so when I walked down the stairs, I heard their conversation.