My diary is a joke

The Beginning.

Hi. This is Veronica and this is my first diary entry. I'm 17, junior in high school, and i'm a diver for my school. My mom stopped talking to me again. Then again she has been drinking since 8 this morning. My dad doesn't see the men that come in and out of the house everyday. Mom takes the men in the back and I don't know what they do (yes I do) but I don't know how to tell dad.

Today I heard her talking on the phone when I, almost, knocked to ask if I could go to Kevin's. Kevin is my best friend. I usually go over there to eat and hang out with Kevin because mom doesn't cook and dad works from 6 AM to 8 PM so he can't make dinner. He usually just brings home food for himself because mom tells him she's fed me. Before I knock on mom's door she's talking on the phone to a man. I didn't recognize the voice. The only thing I could make out when I put my ear gently on the door was:

"She's a little brat!! Only thinks about herself and thinks I don't do enough for her. I'm 45! I can do whatever the fuck I please! I need you to take her. I can't stand anymore of this."

The man said something I couldn't exactly understand because his voice was so deep but then mom said:

"Thank god someone will take her, I've been looking at --"

She stopped and came to the door and vigorously opened the door and hung up the phone. I jumped back, tripped over my shoe, fell to the floor, then quickly tried to get up but she pushed me back down with her foot. I looked up at her eyes big and scared. I tried to spit out some words then finally I started..

" Mom I --"

She cut me off.

"How long were you standing there?!"

"N-not long! I promise mom I was about to knock *she starts to stutter* and and and t-then y-you o-opened the d-d-door!"

She grabbed her bottle of vodka and put her heels on.

"Pack your stuff you no longer live here."

I just stayed exactly how I was and the fear ran down my face and my vision went blurry as mom kicked the left side of my body with her heels as she pushed me aside. "but mom what -" She cut me off again.

"What have I told you about calling me that?! Don't call me mom little shit!!! I'm not your mom!" "Sorry... I meant Sharon.. What about school?.. where will i go? I have this year and next year left and I will be done with school... Who am I even going to?.. Am I going with Aunty?.."

Mom sighed heavily and took a big gulp of vodka.

"You'll find out. Now shut up and go pack he'll be here in 3-5 business days. He's a busy man but I don't want you here so get out. Your probably going to Kevin's or Lavender's so I told him to check both their houses for you."

"H-... How do you even know where they live??"

"I'm a prostitute what do you expect?!"

My eyes went wide and my mouth dropped. Mom has -- wait I mean Sharon hasn't ever said what she's done for work.

"Mom.. your a Prostitute?.."

She looks unsure. Like she wants to tell me something but she can't make out words. The doorbell rings. She takes another big gulp of vodka looking at the door walking towards it.

"Go pack your things."

I stumble back a little with tears forming, nose getting red, and eyes start to burn. I ran upstairs thinking what i'm going to do. I'm finally locked behind my door away from my her. I lean my back against the sliding glass closet door. It's cold against my back while my tears fall to my lap. Things just don't go right for me, I thought. Why am I so bad that she's giving me up? I only weigh 100 pounds because of her. Kevin does everything with me and for me she doesn't do anything for me.