S.O.S

Chapter One - A House Isn't A Home

It was just a regular Tuesday afternoon to me, nothing much had happened, well sort of. The sun was about to set very soon, people were leaving one by one. That little boy from nearby primary school who wouldn't stop staring at me had finally packed his bag and left. Gosh, I hate that type of kid. I mean do we have a problem or what? Do I even have a red ping pong ball on my nose which could make me look like a creepy birthday clown? Or if you expect me to greet you and make silly faces, save that for somebody else because I ain't doing that, kiddo.

I looked at my phone's screen and it was ten minutes to six. Oh, no wonder it's getting dark already. Maybe I'd better go home now or Tia's gonna fucking kill me due to the fact that I haven't returned home since this morning. Well, she probably won't find out my unexistence in the house until I take a step in, she's gonna yell the fuck at me.

By the way, Tia is the name of my aunt. I have been living with her for as long as I remember. My mom? I don't know I think I killed her or something, Tia said that she couldn't stand a kid like me so she died long ago when I was a baby. I was force to call her 'Mama' because I live with her kids - technically my cousins - too and they all call her so.

The thing about my cousins is they came from different fathers. I know, such a whore Tia is. My oldest cousin Danny he's 24, dropped out from high school at the age of 17, rejected by 6 different colleges and currently working in a peppermint factory. Yes, he's never been in college. What a dumbass.

Danny's brother Cody is 20 and fortunately he isn't as messed up as Danny. He's currently in college taking public relation major and as far as I know, he's doing good enough.

"What a gut, Mrs. Incredible," Steph greeted me as soon as I enter the house.

Now that's my 17 years old cousin Steph. Since I first became a part of this family I was forced to share everything with her. Ironically, she doesn't really know how to share. While regular people sharing like "let's spare this sandwich into half so we could get each part fairly," Steph be like "wait until I stuffed with sandwich, so you could take the leftover, and if I could finish the whole thing, you're not getting any." That's very nice of Steph, isn't it?

"Well, well, where have this Little Missy been?" Tia blocked the way to my room and there she goes, I'd better put my headphones on right now.

"Out." I replied.

"Out huh, quite specific," she tilt my face up roughly, "another fight? What, you wanna end up like your brother? You're just a tiny little kitten, Jeanette, don't try to be such badass you'll only get your bones broken into pieces."

"For the million times, it's Janet and your son is not my damn brother." I said then I pushed her away to get into my room. I could still hear her voice yelling this and that but I just shut my door and not giving a shit. Such a pain the ass.

I took some fresh clothes and walked into the bathroom. Holy cow, no wonder why the kid at the park stared at me the way he did, I looked in the mirror and apparently I got this major bruise on my left cheek bone like I was just punched by The Thing from The Fantastic Four.

It's not quite a long story actually about how I got this natural smokey eye makeup. I was walking through the hallway to my locker between period when I saw a couple of lovers was sickeningly eating each other's mouth against my locker door. The guy was a bully from football team and the girl was a typical high school bitch.

"Excuse me." I politely said, they played deaf and continued making out.

"Excuse me." I raised my volume up and got ignored for the second time.

"Do you mind getting your fucking asses off my damn locker, dickheads?" I emphasized the last word.

The guy whose name I heard was Fred pushed me against the floor and grab my collar, "what did you just call us?"

"You two?" I said peacefully, "dick-heads." Calm, Janet. Just keep calm.

And bam! His gigantic fist landed on my cheeck bone and left its mark there. I could still hear him saying something like "take that, pathetic virgin" in such pain, but refused to bring the fight any further. He managed to find a room with his pathetic little whore anyway. Thank God only a few people were there to see our fight.

I finished shower and felt a lot better, the pain Fred got me earlier today didn't hurt any worse. I took my iPod and headphones, made my way to my bed and buried my body under the warmth of this crappy old blanket. I was just untangling my headphones wire when I heard noises from downstair, same old thing to me.

"Care? What do you care about me? All you care about are your night outs with those random assholes and now you're blaming me for this mess?" Danny yelled.

"For fuck's sake, Danny, I quit hooking up years ago. Have you ever seen me going out at late night again lately? No, you haven't, have you? I'm not blaming you, Danny, would you listen to me for just one fucking time?" now it was Tia's voice I heard.

"No, mother," bam, I guess Danny just threw something off the table, "I would not listen to you!"

The last noise I heard was Tia screaming Danny's name and then I just drowned in some Arctic Monkeys music from my iPod.

Things like that isn't a big deal for me anymore. Yelling, screaming, props throwing, door slamming, noises all over the room, swearwords, it's like brushing my teeth. Not being knowledgeable about what's gone wrong is the best thing I could do. Reason number one, it's their business and I don't want to get yelled for something that isn't my thing, reason number two, I'm only staying in this damn house for a living. Tia said Mom entrusted me to her before she died, and at my age of 18 I'm not legally adopted yet. I've never actually became a member of this messed up family. Well, at least thanks to Tia I have a place to stay.