Lost and Found

Where the lost found each other

Written June 2016

"Marissa! What the hell is this?! Are you a hooker?!"

I looked at my mom from across the room and rolled my eyes. She was totally over exaggerating. Again. She's flipping out just because I bought some new clothes with my monthly allowance without asking her. It's not even her money. It's my father's money and the only reason she's bitching right now is because soon, she might not have his money.

"First." I held up one finger while leaning back on my bed. "It's Marcey. I don't like being called Marissa." I held up a second finger. "And second, No, Mum. It's just a tank-top."

My mother glared at me and ripped it to shreds. "Well now it's nothing." She let the pieces fall to the floor and grinned at me before walking out of my room. "Clean that up, dear." She called over her shoulder. I waited for the distant sound of clicking heels to stop before flipping her the bird. My face scrunched in annoyance as I rolled over my bed.

Ugh, who does she think she is? She can't just come in here and tear up my clothes. It's my money. She acts like I went out to buy a box of condoms, jeez. Actually I think she would react the same way. I wish I could say my father is better than her, but I'd be lying. My father is about as uptight as The Godfather. Absolutely loco.

My phone vibrated in my hand. I looked down to see a incoming call from my boyfriend, Andy.

"What's up?" I asked as soon as I answered.

"I need more money," he grunted into the phone.

I frowned at my phone. "I left 2k on the counter for you."

He growled into the phone. " I need more fucking money!" he shouted. "Come give it to me tonight or else. I love you Sweetie bye!" Andy hung up the phone.

I looked at my phone and cursed. Bipolar motherfucker.

"Well Shit."

"MARISSA!" my mother screeched.

Double shit.

I got up from my bed and peered out the door cautiously. What did I do now? She was literally just here a few minutes ago. Even I can't screw up something in a few minutes, unless there were fireworks involved.

I shivered at the memory.

"Yeah, Mumma?" I jogged out of my room and down the stairs, cautiously awaiting for my next verbal abusing.

"Your father and I are going to Florence for two weeks for a vacation...you're not invited." I snorted and rolled my eyes. Ha! Like I actually want to be locked in a hotel room with her and my father for some family bonding. I'd much rather volunteer myself for tribute In the hunger games.

"I want to set some ground rules for the next few weeks." She said as she popped a cocktail shrimp in her mouth, licking the sauce off her lips. I mentally cringed. "Since no one feels like wasting their time with you-" She rolled her eyes and sneered. "-you'll be staying home alone." She handed me a list.

Things Marissa is not allowed to do

1. You may not under any circumstances throw a party

2.you are not allowed to eat all of the food in the house like a fat ass

3.Don't bring your boy toy to the house (3.5.ugh don't act like a whore)

4. Don't go in our bedroom.

5. Don't call us. I don't care if Hitler raised from the dead and threatened to blow up the world. Don't. Fucking. Call. Us.

I folded the list in half and tossed it I'm the trash just as the front door slammed open. My mother glared at me. "MARGRET!" My father shouted. He stormed into the room looking absolutely furious. "Why is there two GRAND missing from my bank account?"