The Abandoned And Faithful

Chapter Two- Average Morning.

The whole house was silent when I woke up. Except for the old alarm clock next to my head. Which was very rarely. I swing my body around to the side of the bed, causing it to creak and rock. My legs walk me over to my open closet. One of the doors are broken off. I asked father if he could fix it, but he's too busy with work. And mother said she "can't" fix it. 

In my closet, only a few shirts hang on hangers, one dress next to the wall and jeans and leggings lay folded at the bottom. A basket in the corner of my closet held my socks and my underwear. Underneath is where I put my journal. Where I basically write my life down and memorable moments. My legs bend down to grab white leggings and a black pair of socks. When I stand, my legs crack sending a chill of pain through my body. The hangers move as I yank my pink lace dress from the closet. 

My arms pull of my nightgown that drapes down to my knees. I replace it with my blue Old Navy long sleeved shirt I got from Aunt Sandy. The leggings slide up to my hips, hugging tight against my body as I pull them up. A mirror hanging on the back of my door showed the reflection of a beautiful loved girl four feet and two inches off the ground. The brush that lied on my oak wood dresser slid nicely through my long brown hair. 

As I am looking at myself in the mirror, my head registers that I need to leave. My body turns to face the clock that read 8:16. Twenty nine minutes. My feet jet down the stairs, closing the door behind me. Making a bang from the mirror hitting against the white wood. 

"Hey. Keep it down!" Mother yelled from the kitchen. When I entered onto the cream tile, I see mother with the paper in her hands laying across the table and cigarette dangling from her lips, spreading smoke around the house. 

"Sorry mother." My feet slid around the tile as I walk to the cabinets and cupboards. Our house wasn't the nicest, but I didn't mind that much. The original white tile was now cream from the lack of cleaning. Leaning cabinets because of broken screws. But I don't mind it. 

The cabinet opens with a creek and reveals the glass bowls and cups. Since I am barely tall enough to reach, I begin to set my foot on the lower cabinet door and start to push myself up. When I climb up and face my mom, her head lifts and she glares at me. My hand quickly reaches up to fold my hand around the edge of a bowl and I jump down.

"I don't want to see you do that ever again young lady." My head nods and I start to head towards the fridge across the kitchen. When I turn my head, she sips her coffee mug. That is probably filled with some kind of alcohol. My hand reaches down to grab the milk for my bowl. Footsteps were heard entering the kitchen near my mother. 

My head perks up to see father in a suit, rushing around the kitchen. Grabbing coffee from the coffee maker, gathering his work papers off the messy table and eating his breakfast. When I back up from the fridge, I hit him by accident. 

"Sorry father." I say, smiling at him as I carry the gallon of milk in my hand.

"It's fine darling." A kiss is planted on my forehead. In response, my mouth stretches to a smile. "I will see you after school." His accent seemed to be heavier. I loved it. Father passes the table, glancing at mother. "Goodbye" he says in a low tone heading for the door. When the door closes, the blinds that were over the window shook.

Mother stood up abruptly and walked to the stairs. What was that about? Hope nothing bad. When my head turns, I look straight at the clock. 8:30?! Freaking out, I place my bowl in the sink gently and rush upstairs. Mother was on the second stair, still walking up the stairs. Without seeing her, I rush up the stairs. Twisting and turning, she grips my arm. I scream at the burning pain of her tight grip.

"Don't you dare run up these steps! You almost made me fall!" Mother said, yelling in my face. When she looked down, she saw the mark she made on my arm. Like she doesn't even care, she walks up the stairs and walks down the hall. I couldn't let this make me late for school.

My door opens, the mirror clanking against it. The journal that sits on my dresser gets scooped up in my hands. I pause for a second, hearing talking from down the hall. "She almost made me fall down the stairs Vickie!" There was a short pause. Vickie was my Aunt. She didn't like me much. "I can't stand her anymore. Nor can I stand her father." 

Tears swell in my eyes. But no time to waste. My door closes with a bang and I run down the stairs, my footsteps echoing behind me. I turn back around and listen closer to upstairs. There was no more talking. Tears were just laying in my eyes. My head shakes side to side, slide my tennis shoes on, and I leave the house. What did I do to irritate her? I accidentally ran into her. Maybe that? Hopefully not. I love her to death. But she just doesn't seem to love me back.