Unexpected Love

Chapter 2

Even though Rachel couldn't go to Starbucks, I still wanted my coffee. Lucky for me, Starbucks was only about a 10 minute walk from my house. So I began to hike. Once I got there I let out sigh in exhaustion. Wow I was out of shape. My cocoa brown hair dangled a few inches below my shoulders. My stomach desperately needed toning, and my thighs needed to be reduced in size. My breasts were very large, and my butt was toned so it looked huge but in reality it wasn't at all. So I looked exactly like my description right now except sweat dripped from my forehead and I looked like a disaster. I emerged into Starbucks and darted to the bathroom. I had to fix all of this. After about 15 minutes I looked presentable. While walking out of the bathroom I got some stares. I have no idea why. "Hi what can I get for you today Natalie? Your usual?" Whoa. This lady was my friend. "Yes please but clarify just to make sure that it's perfect." She cleared her throat and started reciting my order. "Chai tea latte with extra whipped cream and 5 Sweet 'N Lows." I began clapping my hands rapidly in excitement. "Yes yes yes! I love you!" I quickly looked down at her name tag. "Trisha you're the best!" I paid with my handy dandy Starbucks card and grabbed my drink. My eyes glanced around and found that I knew absolutely no one here. Besides Trisha of course. I grabbed my drink and left.

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I unlocked the door and cautiously turned the handle. "Mom? Are you home?" No answer. She's probably out with her boyfriend, Rich. They're always out. I'm always alone. My house stretched out for acres and acres, it was enormous. My mom was a fashion designer so we were extremely wealthy. My mom had so much money that she didn't know what to do with it. So she decided to go to a bar one night and got super drunk. And she came home with Rich. And it's been like that for a year. They're always out getting drunk or high and I'm with Rachel or alone. There was a note on my kitchen table.

Out with Rich. We'll be gone for 6 months. Take care of yourself. I know you can. Money will be sent to you. I need to go to Milan for my job and Rich wanted to tag along. Have fun! I don't care what you do. Love you.

-Demetria

She meant well, she really did, but she was an alcoholic now. And there was nothing I could do to stop it. Rich basically lives with us. He's always here anyways. I never get to connect with my mom anymore and it tears me apart inside. I ordered pizza and plopped down on the couch. Netflix seemed like a good stress reliever right now. My night was very uneventful and boring. And I didn't care. I could fend for myself. It was the only thing I could do anymore.