Outcast

Chapter 2

I walked home wrapping my sweater evening tighter around me. I should have worn a jacket.... but i hate jackets so like ya... how bout no? Mr. Brown-eyes was stuck in my brain. Like damn, why he gotta be so mysterious? I found it really attractive when a guy's not that open when you first meet them. It's like them having a sign on their head saying "I'm not a total douche or a player." But then again there are the guys where looks can decieve. 

I stepped into my house letting the warm air greet me until my happy octogone (yes octogone... not bubble) was destroyed by my mom. She stagerred in looking as drunk as ever. And thats when the screaming started.

"YOU LITTLE HOE! WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN, AT YOUR NEW BOYFRIENDS HOUSE?" She yelled getting a tad annoying. "OH WAIT, YOU DON'T HAVE A BOYFRIEND CAUSE YOU'RE UGLY AS F***"

I ignored the small pang in my heart, i should be used to this by now. I'm the skank while my sister his the angel. Ever since my dad died my mom put the blame on me. Why? i don't freakin' know but what i do know is what's gonna happen next. 

And of course at that exact moment i felt my moms hand come in contact with my face. Hard. But like usual i clenched my jaw, bit my tongue and held in my tears. Punch after punch, slap after slap i kept quiet. Why? Because after all these years of my mom telling me that my dad's death was my fault i guess somehow i started to believe it. 

"GET THE F*** OUT OF MY SIGHT! YOU'RE A DISGRACE AND A WASTE OF SPACE" My mom yelled one final time before pushing me into the hallway and leaving the house. Who knows where she's going..... oh wait! I do. To get more beer.

I got up, now letting the tears fall freely down my face. What's the freakin use of crying? I hate when i cry, especially infront of people. I may come off has thinck skinned but im not. I half walk half limp upstairs to my bathroom where i take out the first aid kit. Making sure not to make any sudden movements i wipe the alcoholic wipes across my cuts and put gauze around my hands. I cringe as i see myself in the dirty mirror. My hair looks like a birds nest and half my face is swelling up. 

With a sigh i walk/limp to my tiny single bed and plop down on it. We don't live in a dump per say but it's definitely not a regular house. My sister, Adele, works 2 jobs while i work one to pay the bills. Adele done high school but being the stubborn person she is she still helps out. People might think (if i told anyone. NEVER GONNA HAPPEN) that my sister hated me and vice versa because my mom likes her better. Well thats not the case. My sister loves me and i love her although ask me out loud and i will never admit it. At first i was kind of angry at her for being mom's favorite but i realized that i was angry at the wrong person. It's not my fault i suck and she doesn't. She's a straight B student while i'm a straight C student. Ya sure our grades aren't the best but you try working till like 12pm and then waking up at 7 to go to school. It sure as hell ain't easy.

"ZO IM HOME" my big arse sister screamed. I jumped and i swear my heart skipped a beat. Why the hell would she do that?! is she trying to give me a heart attack at a young age?

I guess so.

After realizing i sure as hell wasn't gonna go downstairs Adele came upstairs. As soon as she saw me all beaten up lying across my bed like a sloth she started talking. Like reaaallll fast.

"Omgzodidmomdothistoyou?iamsosorryicouldn'tbehere.ishouldhavebeenhereiamaterribleolder sister.Iamreallyreallysorrypleaseforgivemeiwilltrytobehomemoreofternthistimeiswear.howareyou gonnacoverthatupforschool!" Adele let out in one breath. Is that even humanly possible?

"Ya she did, but i'll be fine. I know you are sorry and you are NOT a terrible sister you're awesome. I was never mad at you and u cannot be home more often you have school and im just gonna use the foundation to cover up again." I replied. Much more calmly may i add. 

Adele took a few deep breaths her eyes flickering towards me every few seconds like i was gonna explode.

"I'm fine, realle Ad. I swear"

"Double-pinky-triple-thumb swear" Adele asked. I chuckled thinking of how childish she was sometimes.

"Double-pinky-triple-thumb swear" I said

Then we locked both our pinkies and then locked our thumbs three times before putting our right hand to our heart saying in unison "I swear"

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Hey guys! So to be quiet honest i like this chapter tho it should probably go through some editing but you know... whatever. I finally found a direction this book is going to but it might end up changing but that's the fun of it. Comment plz and maybe vote?

Stay awesome beautiful and positive:)

~theartistbehindthemask