I was staying at my desk and writing a story. A vampire story. I really love this kind of stories. I was always hiding my stories. My parents or brothers could read them and i didn t want to happen that. My phone calls. I took that and had a look over that. So, it is 5 p.m. and I must prepare myself for going to church. Two days later will be Easter. And because tomorrow I will be busy with some last tasks, I m going this evening to the church. I haven t been there for some months. I think that the last time I was there was at Christmas. I am a bad girl, I must go more there. But I m lazy.
- Sammy, dear, it's time to go!
That's my mom. I dressed up in black clothes and left my room. I got out of my house just to go to the closest store and get a Lion. I always hide my sweets in my packets or under my blouse and my parents never catch me. This is funny for me, I think I could be one of the best thieves. But I don't want to become a thief. I want to be a detective. This is my dream. One day I'll be even better than Sherlock Holmes himself. This is one of my dreams. I paid for the Lion and left the store making a short walk. Well, the walk is just an excuse to eat my Lion. I ate a bit and I saw someone who seemed to be my father. I grabbed the Lion in my right pocket. That was really strange. Everytime I go out, I see my father. I don't understand. Is he following me? But why? What did I do now? I realised few days ago that my parents act a bit oddly, but I thought that the reason was the huge bills they have to pay, so I ignored them. But not. I think they have doubts on me. I saw my father entering in the garden, but he left the gateway opened. I ran until my house and entered in the kitchen. Then, a strong hand slapped me twice and my face got red.
- What's? I asked and tried to look over me to see the one who slapped but I was again slapped.
- What is that message? Sam, tell me what is that message?!
I recognised my mother's voice. Damn, I really can't understand why she is that angry.
- What message? I said trying to hide the blood from the upper lip.
She slapped me again.
- Don't act like you don't know what I am talking about! she shouted and slapped me again. That really hurt me. My father entered in the kitchen. I had a little hope that he would stop her, then I saw his angry face.
- I told you that bitch is hiding something! said to my father.
Bitch! Bitch? Bitch?! What?! She called me a bitch? Why? I began feeling bad and feeling my vein pulsing with such astrong power that I began worrying that it could break in any next second. That was my first time when I got so angry and feeling like gonna killing my parents. Seeing their angry faces, feeling their slaps, understanding that they never trusted me. What a starnge feeling inside of my heart, like nothing will gonna be the same, feeling like having butterflies in my stomach, but that was a bad feeling.
I sat down on the cold yellow sandstone and trying to understand. My father nabbed my blouse and raised me up and slapped me again. Then he took my phone and showed me: " Hey, miss Johnson, when are you gonna marry him? At the chemistry hour, lol, hahaha". That was the message that my parents bothered so much and slapped me so much? I can't believe this. I liked a guy, John Johnson, and my classmates used to tease me. But that was it. Maybe they were thinking that I had sex with him, or something like that.
- What is this? asked my father.
- That is a boy whom I liked, daddy. But you know how my classmates are, they are teasing everybody.
- Stop lieing, bitch! my mom shouted that loud that I thought my ears would have broken. You had sex with him! I know it! What are you doing the chemistry hours?
I forgot to say this. Chemistry is my favourite subject. I have the best results at all the competitions and teachers love my performance. I made everybody proud of me, and it's not the first time. I can't believe. My mom always judged my friends wrong. She sees them wearing short pants and laughing with guys and that makes her believe that they are bitches. And now, she thinks that I am the same. I don't wear short pants because I don't like them, even in summer when everybody wears it and because I'm fat, and I also don't talk with the guys because I have no common subject with them. She is really crazy, I think. If a girl laughs with a guy or wears skirts or short trousers, is that meaning that the girl is a bitch, that she had sex with all the guys from the city? NO!!! I hear my dad and mother shouting at me and asking me many things but I can't understand any word. I know what to tell them so I said slowly.
- Look. Look. Look! I shouted for the first time feeling really horrible that I did that. If both of you think that I'm a bitch, that I'm a bad girl, that I'm not the good girl whom you used to believe that i'm not....you are deffinitely wrong!
- Shut up! I know you did that! said my mom. I might have never gave you birth!
- You shut up! I said really shocked. Let's go to the doctor! Right now! Let' s go and you'll see that I never did that. I'm virgin and I have never thought about having sex so soon! Let's go! Now! And I'll give you all my passwords and accounts to show you that you are wrong and you don't have any reason to think bad about me! then I began crying. Why to make my parents not proud of me? I always try to be the best at everything, to make you proud, and now? Look, and I began writing all my accounts and passwords and gave her the paper.
But that was the worst thing I ever did and didn't know how much I would have to regret later.
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