Chasing the Chaos

Ch. 2

When I came home, I put my backpack down on the floor. I rushed into the kitchen to see two adults chatting, my mom and this guy with a beard. I had never seen or heard of the guy at all but here he was there looking pretty young but looked old enough. Mom gave me a small smile and the guy got up from the chair and I looked at my mom still. I was confused and I looked around the room. The house still looked intact from when I left home this morning.

"Lyric this is your uncle Johnny and he's come a long way to meet you" Mom introduced the guy to me and I just stared at him trying to decide if he was my dad's brother or was he related to my mom.

"Um, nice to meet you" I said to him while I grabbed an apple from the fridge and was about to head upstairs when my mom stopped me from going upstairs.

"Where are you going? Your uncle wants to get to know you" Mom said to me while folding her arms across her chest and I sighed and I rolled my eyes. I didn't need to know anyone more and frequently, I didn't care about my Uncle Johnny and why should I. People betray you all the time and I wasn't going to let anyone in ever again.

"I need to change out of these clothes" I told her before she could stop me once more. I went into my room and took off the stained clothes from when Aaron and the football team dumped their food on me. I just stood in the mirror not wanting to cry but I was so done with this bs. I didn't deserve to be treated like I did something wrong when I didn't do anything wrong but I'm different and high schoolers don't like that at all. I hopped into the shower and once again, I let my bathroom fill with steam and I let the water hide my tears that slipped from my eyes. I wanted to cry earlier but I couldn't let them see that they had won the fight, that they broke me down. That everyone in the school had won what they had wanted. I wished I could just stand up against them or I wish somebody would do that for me. I wish people would just step in for once and not leave me alone with them but once again no one cares about me. Someone was knocking on my bathroom door and I sighed but turned off the water and I wiped the fog off the mirror to stare at myself in the mirror and I just smile a little bit at me. I wrapped myself in the towel before putting on some basketball shorts and a tank top but I covered it with a jacket. I didn't know if Johnny knew what dad did to me. I didn't know if he actually would care about me and if he did why didn't he contacts me sooner. I deserved some answers but I was so tired of pretending that I had everything figured out. I was always faking it but I knew I could pretend to be happy because that means that eventually I could be happy. All I need to do is make it through high school and then I can leave and never return to this stupid town. I came out of my bathroom and I saw mom was standing glaring at me.

"You just missed your uncle. He had to leave" Mom said while tapping her foot on the floor and I rolled my eyes at her. Mom grabbed my arm and forced me to stare at her.

"What, I have homework to do and I'm not going to come out of my room when dad gets home" I pulled away from my mom before going inside of my room and I shut the door and leaned against the door. I had my knees pulled up to my chest and I looked at my phone which was filled with messages from my social media feed. It was insults about me being a weirdo and other things and I sniffled while the tears fell from my eyes and I just let the tears fall from my eyes and land on my puffy cheeks and I put my head on my knees while letting the wetness of my tears go on my skinny jeans with rips in it which meant it was falling onto my knees actually. I heard glass breaking down the stairs and that's when I turned on the music to block out the noise of what my father was bringing home and I knew my mom was trying to calm him down from whatever upset him. I opened my door slightly to see that the noise was quiet and I sat down at the stairs just watching everything going from good too bad in that moment. I sighed as I watched my life goes down into flames. Dad was yelling at mom and that was enough of me to try to get him to let go of my mother's throat but he was much stronger than I was. He pushed me into the table that had on glass cover. It was expensive which made me think why do we keep buying glass if it was going to get destroyed by my own father.