Spotted| BWWM

Emily

I opened my house door and went straight upstairs. Blood was all over my clothes and freshly made wounds. Thank God he didn't stab too deep into my thighs.

I would've died and no one wants that.

After I finished tending to my wounds I limped over to my bed and laid down. As I laid there I thought about everything.

Why doesn't Silas like me? I'm just rude to his friends, blackmailed him a few times, and got his baby taken away.

I can't think of a reason why he wouldn't fall for me.

As I was deep in thought I heard my parents arguing in the room next to me. The rent is due tomorrow and they have no money, again. I know we're broke, I just pretend not to be.

My dad isn't the creator of Doritos. He's Nova's butler and the school's nighttime janitor.

I try to hide the fact that I'm poor by wearing expensive clothes my relatives let me borrow and by having the spoiled daddy's girl attitude.

We're practically living from paycheck to paycheck. My mom is a stay at home mom with a business that's never going to take off. Who wants to buy dog hoodies? Not anyone I know.

No one has ever been to my house because I'm embrassed of where I live. When you pull up to my address you'll see a beautiful three story house a fountain in the front and well groomed grass.

My parents and I live behind that beautiful house. In the garage.

Since we lost our old house a few months ago one of my mom's rich friends let us stay in her garage for five hundred dollars a month.

All my life my family has been struggling with money. Since my mom had me at such a young age her parents kicked her out and forced her and my dad to get married.

My grandparents is what most people call crazy rich selfish assholes. The list goes on and on.

They have enough money to lend Oprah Winfrey a dollar. They refuse to help their daughter out because she refused to go through with the arranged marriage that was already set up.

To this day the man was supposed to marry my mom comes lurking around my grandparents house to ask if the offer is still up. The guy is eighty six years old. He's basically on his death bed.

"I don't know what to do about the bills Britney. I have two jobs while your business is struggling to even take off"

"I don't know Hunter. How about you take up a third job"

This is what I hate about my mom. She knows we're poor yet she insist on spending the little money we have on fake designer bags and fake designer shoes.

God forbid she actually does something useful with her life. She would die from all the hard work.

My mom and dad have been together since high school. She was sent to a boot camp along with my dad when he was eighteen and she was nineteen. Even though they were troubled teens they still loved each other.

My mom have told me many stories about how this black girl took her boyfriend away from her. My dad has also told me many stories of this black girl who chose another man over him.

It's their fault that I don't like Nevaeh. They used to always talk bad about black people, especially women, since I was little. They still do.

When I told them about Nevaeh just swooping in and taking Silas away from me she was livid. She told me that what happened to her in high school is happening to me too.

I was scared because I don't want to end up being a lazy loser like my mom.

No one is born racist. We become what we are taught.