The Puppeteer

Chapter 1

        "Jake! Get up and out of bed!" My mom yelled from downstairs. I groaned and looked at the clock next to my bed. It read 6:45 am. "Seems like you're trying to make my day bad..." I mumble, slowly getting up and walking over to the dresser. I pull out a plan gray t-shirt and jeans and get dressed, before walking downstairs to face whatever the witch has brewed up to beat me with.

        Mom was sitting at the counter doing the usual stuff; scribbling who-knows-what on paper, drinking coffee, and glaring at me out of the corner of her eye. "About time.." She said rather harshly. "And good morning to you too." I replied back, with a slight roll of the eyes. 

"The principle called last night," Mom exlaimed, "He said you got into another fight."

"So? It's not like you'd care anyways!" I said, rather irritated. 

"Don't use that tone with me, boy!" She replied with the same manner. "This is the fifth time you've been fighting at school! Keep this up and you'll be expelled and I'll have to deal with you for the whole day!"

        Great. Here comes another fight. Every morning is like this! She always comes up with something to nag me about. I bet she loves making me miserable. Maybe she'll hit me hard enough where I'll bruise before I go to school. I can try and convince the teachers I'm beaten at home.

        Mom straightened. "Answer me when I'm talking to you!" I flinched at the raising of her voice.

"What is there for me to say! You're just going to yell at me like every morning!!" I clench my fists together. "No matter what I do or say, it's always my fault." 

"Maybe if you'd just behave and make some friends, we wouldn't be having this conversation." She scoffed. 

        I would make some friends if they didn't seem the bruises on my arms. "People avoid me, because of these god damn marks you leave on my arms! They all think I self-harm! I don't tell anyone that you hit me!"

        When co-workers from my mom's work come over for a dinner party or whatever, mom acts like everything is perfect in her life. But, I'm the only one that can see the pure evil behind her angelic mask she wears. 

        "No one would believe me that an angelic person like you is truly a demonic witch!" I screamed at her. My nails are now starting to dig into my skin. I loosen my fists just a bit.

        Mom jumped up and smacked my right on the side of my head. I can already feel the hand print begin to show. That side of my face stung. "I've had it with you! Get the hell out of my house! I don't want to see you until school is over!!!!" Her face is getting red from anger. She points to the door, queing that it's time for me to go.

        I stare at her emotionless for a few more minutes before moving to the door. I quickly put on my Converse and grab my back pack and going out the door. I slammed the door as hard as I could before stomping down the drive way to the sidewalk. 

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A/N: If you want to see more, just say so in the comments. If it's bad, I'm sorry. Once again this is my first time writing a story on wattpad.