Parched

Chapter One

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Chapter One.

Spencers POV:

"Mom, you don't understand!" I controlled my breathing.

"And what am i suppose to understand?" She stuttored.

"How did you know who i was?" I questioned. She stared blankely at the floor. Like she had an answer, she just wasn't willing to tell it.

"You look like me." She finally spilled. I shuttered, wraping my arms around myself. It started to drizzle. "Why are you here?"

"To find you." I spurred.

"Clearly." She added rudely. "I mean, why did you come to find me?"

"I had no where else to go." I lied. I had plenty of places to go, none of them suited me though.

"Please." She looked at me like i'd just grown another head. "You're telling me there are no foster homes out there that want you?" Her words ate at my heart. They came out crisp and clean, but stung.

"More like i don't want them." I whimpered. She sighed. She looked deep in thought. I took the time to admire her. Her deep brown eyes, and dark hair. Same as mine. Her lean body. She was beautiful.

"Okay. Lets see. One. Don't cry like a spoiled brat. If you're gunna stay with me for a while you're gunna earn it. Whining and self pity isn't getting you anywhere. Two. You'll go to school, no kid of mine is gunna be an unsucessful bitch. Three. You can leave just as fast as you came, don't test me Spencer." She spoke slow and harsh. She was serious. I felt like i was in some boot camp.

"Okay." I nodded.

"Great, grab your thing-" She stopped. "Oh wait, you don't have anything." Her smirk annoyed me.

I followed her into the home, which was completely modern on the inside. Wood floor, white carpet in the living room. It really was gorgeous. She led me up a set of wooden spiral stairs, twisting, her heels clicking against the them. There were two doors. Both closed, but light made its way through the bottom of the first door. She opened the second door, pushing me through it. Inside was queen sized bed covered in a cream spread and at least twenty different pillows, all shades of brown. Soft brown covered the walls. Large mirrored closet doors lined in cedar framing stood across from the bed, french doors layed beautifully toward the back of the room leading to a balcony. A small cream colored door lay open an inch or two, revealing what seemed to be a large bathroom. She sighed.

"Screw this up and you're gone." She muttered. I hung my head low and heard the door close behind me. I was alone. I was trying to believe what had just happened. Damn, my mom's a bitch. I opened the empty closet realizing it was a walk in, very cool. Mom defidently had a nice house. All these questions started pouring into my mind. What did she do for a living? Did she have a boyfriend? A husband? Even her favorite color. I was grateful to be here, but scared out of my mind i was going to ruin my chance to finally know my mother. My thoughts were inturrupted by the small buzz of my iPhone. I glaced at my phone from the pocket of my leather jacket. 12 missed calls, 48 unread messages. Probably from all sorts are people who didn't matter anymore. Social Workers, Foster Parents, Old friends. Wondering where i've disapeared to. I started to wonder if this was what i wanted. I didn't expect this, i expected my mom to give me a hug and welcome me into the lovely city of Seattle and ask me how i'd gotten here, and how the trip had been. But no, i was blessed with a mother who was satan. I shouldn't be so ungrateful. I made up my mind and decided i was happy to be here. Whatever my mother was.