Boulevard Of Broken Dreams [ Wattys 2015 ]

VII - "Don't you dare.."

I slammed the door behind me and took heavy steps to the kitchen. My blood was boiling, heart racing and the sweat was suffocating me. I felt like breathing lava.
My mom was bringing plates of food to the table where her boyfriend was sitting.

"Oh, you're here!" she smiled, without noticing my anger. "Take this plate to the table please." she handed me one.

I threw it on the floor, pieces flowing all over the basement. She widened her eyes, taking steps back.
"Demi, honey..wh-"
"Don't you dare calling me like that. Don't you even talk to me." I yelled throwing another plate.

Her boyfriend stood up and rushed to hold me.
"Fu ck off!" I pushed him and he fell down. She started whining over him. Looser.
"What happened to you?"

"You, you happened to me. Does your little boyfriend there know you're a total w hore?" She froze. "Does he know that only two hours before you almost blowed my best man's d ick? Huh?" I raised my voice even more. "Do you enjoy ruining my life, mom? Do you enjoy this me? Everytime I walk out of this place people just look at me and say 'Oh her mom's a b itch'. Thinking that only months ago I protected you, I walked up to them, but today, I understand they were fucking right. You are a fucking bitch. Fuck yourself." I kicked the chair in front of me and walked away.

She was crying sober, and I didn't even want to see her.

I ran to my room, tears all over my face. I took the piggy bank I held since I was a little kid and broke it. The money and coins invaded the floor. I stuffed everything in my backpack and took out the suitcase from my cupboard. Quickly, I shove all my stuff in and closed it. The room was practically empty.
Tears blurred my vision, a terrible pain forming in my chest. I wasn't good. My legs were numb. I took steps which seemed unknown to my body and arrived to the front door.

Her boyfriend looked at me, sadness shoving his face. He shook his head and walked away, shutting the door behind him.
"No! Please!" she sobbed.
I took a deep breath and got out. I couldn't stay anymore. Not there, not with her.
My mind was empty, my heart about to break. I slowed my rhythm and collapsed into the darkness of the night.  For the 1000th time, I felt alone.
Here you are Demi, with a suitcase running on the streets of your own city. Homeless. Without someone to protect you, care about you. Without a family.

A cold breeze of air blowed my face. I was literally frozen. Dragging my suitcase, I made my way to the park. I had nowhere else to sleep.

Bun something happened.
Someone did.