WHEN I WAKE UP the next morning to my phone beeping repeatedly. I roll over groaning and look at my phone. It's not my alarm, it's the weekend.
"Hey"
"Wake up!"
"Hey?"
"Hello?"
Why does Noah all of a sudden care about what's going on? I hate being woken up by people but he wouldn't know that.
"I'm awake, what do you need?" I text back to the hundredth text.
"Come to Liam's tonight, we're having a party." He texted.
UGH. "You woke me up to tell me that?" I ask.
"Well..."
"Never mind!" I turn off my phone and climb out of bed.
After getting ready I head down stairs where all the dishes are being banged around.
"Mom!" I scream.
She sets the dish down, "What!" She yells back.
"What are you doing?" I ask.
"Cleaning dishes, but you can finish." She says putting a plate in my hand.
"I'm not a slave." I say, "I'll do them later."
She slaps my face hard, "Do them now!"
"No!" I scream, "Just because you hurt me doesn't mean I'll listen."
She sighs and looks at the floor, "You leave me no choice."
I stare at her with confusion, "What?" I ask quietly.
"I want you out of here by tomorrow, if not you'll be in foster care." She says sternly.
Is she serious?, I feel like I'm going to cry. Then I think of being away from this crazy woman. I've been waiting to leave her when I'm eighteen. Where do I go now? I most certainly am not going to foster care. I pull up my phone while I walk back up stairs.
"Hey, you guys having a party?" I ask.
"Yeah, Noah is making me." Liam texts.
"Could you pick me up?" I ask. I want to take my mind off of this.
"Sure, be there in five." He says.
I sit on my fluffy bed taking in every corner of my room. I take out a few boxes and shove all of my clothes from my closet in them. I rip up all of my colored clothes only leaving me with black, which is when I realize I don't have much. I fold up my bedding into a stack and place it in a garbage bag. I'll leave all of the breakable shit for tomorrow, I'll be too drunk tonight. I look at all my packed up things and wait. It sure is taking WAY over five minutes.
A few minutes later I here a car pull into the drive way. I get up and stomp down the stairs, I don't want him to see my room. He knocks on the door right before I open it, He smiles confusingly.
"Hey." I say quietly.
"Come on, sorry I took an hour." He says turning.
I follow him to the car and get into the passenger seat. He looks over at me before starting the car.
"Something wrong?" He asks.
"No." I lie.
"Well, what ever it is, you can tell me." He says.
I laugh a little, "The bad boy has feelings." I say.
"Surprising?" He asks.
"No, not for you." I say.
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