Behind Closed Doors

BCD- Chapter Six

Behind'Closed'Doors'Chapter'Six'

I get out of bed and I groan, I walk over to my closet and pull it open and lean against the door. I yawn but get flick through my clothing which is all hanging up neatly. I pull on some black skinny jeans and a white tank-top along with some black ankle boots. I apply some mascara, blusher and nude lipstick before slipping on some black ankle boots and a think black cardigan. I pull my hair up into an fishtail braid, grab my ankle boots and school bag before going downstairs.

"You honestly think you're going to school in that? Your fourteen and not a whore" my mom slurs and I roll my eyes. I find myself doing that a lot lately.

"Well how about I get changed into something more appropriate whilst you get some sleep?" I ask her and she nods, I escort her upstairs and she turns around half way up the stairs to look at me 

"What happened to the uniforms?" She asks and my eyes widen trying to think of a quick excuse. Even drunk she can figure stuff out. She may not be that smart but she does notice whats right in front of her.

"They took them away for seniors" I lie and she nods before heading back upstairs, I follow her into her room to see her in bed snoring. Unlike me, she snores, talks and sleep walks as she is a very heavy sleeper. I, however, am a very light sleeper I don't mutter a sound in my sleep, I hardly move.

I head back down stairs my bag slung over my shoulder before heading into the kitchen. I take an energy boost drink from the fridge and store it in my bag before grabbing my keys and leaving my house. I head to my motorcycle and smile when I see it, I've never been in an accident on my bike which I'm actually glad for as it really scares me. I pull the seat up and grab my helmet and replace it with my bag. I slip my helmet on and climb onto my bike on my way to the school that has probably spread more rumors then I have butter on toast.

I head to my usual spot in the parking lot only to find it has been taken, I sigh and cruise around the parking lot looking for a spot, when I spot one I give a mental cheer. I safely park before taking my helmet off, unlike the films I don't shake my hair around like a dog shaking of water I run my hand through my hair and replace my bag with my helmet.

I start walking into the school and all I can see is people pointing and whispering. I suck in a breath before walking into the hell hole with my head held high.

_______________

 When I was a baby I only cried three times, I first smiled when I was three weeks old and then a day after I was laughing. I said my first word when I was 5 months old and was crawling at 6. As a little girl I was always laughing and smiling, never crying. I was so energetic and loved playing with my family, tag being the best. I loved the adrenaline from running away from someone, knowing that they couldn't catch me. I also loved being able to play with my family.

As a naive 6 year old I thought life was fine, I thought everything was perfect. I though the age of wars, arguments, fights etc was finished. I mean c'mon, I had two parents who were always around and although they wern't always in the room together they loved each other. Their marriage said they had to love each other. I had an older brother who swore to always protect me from all the bad people in the world, I loved him so much we were always watching movies on Netflix, swapping stories, he would tell me all about his school and I'd tell him about mine, his was much more exciting. I also had a twin sister. We looked exactly alike but she didn't like it when people got our names mixed up, she refused to wear the same thing as me but she was my sister and although sometimes I thought that she hated me because she wouldn't play with me life was perfect.

And then I grew up.

Now, I don't know where my brother is and I really miss my sister. My mom is still grieving so shes always drunk, my dad doesn't love her anymore. You can tell. He used to look at her and there would be a sparkle in his eyes but that's no longer there, that died out a long time ago. I often am my own parent, I cook, clean, buy the groceries, pay the bills. My mom doesn't work as she got sacked from being a nurse as she assaulted one of her patients believing it to be their thought my brother left but I now know it's nobody's thought but his own. My dad, he works all over the world, he's a successful lawyer and people are often calling him to even remote corners of the world so that they can win their case. My mom goes to a book club every Friday so I'm often home alone, not that I mind.