I haven't talked to them in two months so who knows where they are. The last time I did speak to them my mom told me not to come crying to them for money, food or basically any type of help.
Mom of the year huh.
My dad was relatively quiet throughout this whole moving thing, but I knew he thought it was stupid. They wanted me to do something business related
Cringe
I'd rather be hated for who I am then loved for who I'm not.
I'm not really sure if I should try and contact them, or just leave it be. I mean they honestly must not care, they just stopped reaching out.
I'll call my aunt.
"Bring"
"Bring"
"Bring"
"Hello?"
"Hello! Aunt Jess? Thank god."
"Who is this?"
"It's lacy."
"Oh? Oh! Hi lacy, how are you?"
" I'm fine, but I need help"
"With what?"
"Where is mum?"
"You're mother? Oh, well she's in Cancun."
"Wait, what? Cancun like in Mexico?"
"Mhm. Her and your father moved last month, I thought they'd tell you."
"No they did not. Do you have there numbers?"
"Yes. 655-887-3452"
"Thanks aunt Jess, love you buh-bye"
*click*
They're absolutely shitting me.
They couldn't of at least sent a goddamn letter?
I'm calling.
"Bring"
"Bring"
"Bring"
"Yes, Hello?"
"Dad?"
"Lacy?"
"No it's the fucking queen of England"
"How'd you get this number, lacy?"
"Who cares, why the hell did you move to Mexico, dad"
"It's nice here"
"I'm serious"
"So am I, and I mean what did we have to loose"
"Uh Hello?? Teenage daughter left behind?"
"You moved remember?"
"You still could of mentioned it Jesus Christ dad"
"Oh, sorry...we just thought since you mov-"
"You know what forget it, bye dad."
"Oh, ok Bye lacy we love you."
*click*
Well crap.
Bestfriend = Gone
Parents= Mexico
Me= depressed
Fuck
Fuck
Fuck.
YOU ARE READING
May I have this Dance?
Novela Juvenil" I laid in bed, for hours in the dark, at night, thinking about all the things I fucked up in my life." Then I laughed.
