Chapter 1

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I bit my nails nervously and stared ahead, trying to think about something else.

'Don't do that,' My mum snapped. 'I just cleaned this damn car and the last thing I need is your fingernails over the seat.'

I groaned and faced the window, pushing my eyebrows into a frustrated scowl. I really really hated both my parents. Seriously, did I get any say in any of this? Was I asked if it would be okay with me if they randomly split up because they 'weren't getting along' ? No. They didn't even talk to me properly about it. They didn't warn me how bloody hard and complicated it would be, and the even more ridiculous thing was that I had to move out, with my mum. I hate my dad at the best of times too, but I literally can't stand my mother. To be honest if neither of them had to stay together I didn't see why I had to. I didn't have any siblings, I was able to take care of myself. If I had to stay with one relative though it would most likely be my aunt Lila, seeing as I actually get along with her. I asked Lila why I couldn't live with her, but she just rolled her eyes and laughed. 'I see where you're coming from Katie, I honestly do, but its against the law.'

'Why though?' I asked, mystified. 'You have two parents who love and care for you as it is. And you're only 14. You can't make these decisions yourself until you are atleast 18.'

'Love and care for me my ass' I muttered under my breath

Lila frowned. 'I heard that.'

But its true. Neither my mum or dad do care about me. They're not even my real parents. Lila's not even my real aunt. I've never had quite the guts to use that as a comeback to them, but its obvious they'd do anything to bring me back. Well, its not my fault that I was a completely different person when I was 9 as to the way I am now. My whole life has been a series of moving around to foster families and childrens homes that have never really wanted me. No one really wants me. I doubt even Lila wants me, though she acts like she does. Theres only been one person who ever truly wanted me, but its not like I can talk to him about this stuff. Its not like I can ask him to take care of me. Its not like I can ask him to love me. My brother, well the guy who was my brother. I hate showing emotions, but its hard to cover up how much I miss him. Mike.

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