We Prefer Simple

Chapter 2

Hate was a strong word. Even for me, who didn't have many emotions towards people. I had some annoyance towards a few people, but for me to hate someone was rare.

Lucas Williams was the definition of jerk. I called him a failure, but that was after he treated me like a dog.

My thoughts encaged me in my own personal bubble. I was looking down at the road when I hear a loud honk, my attention was turned towards the dirty taxi. I quickly hopped onto the nearest sidewalk, I couldn't walk home, not in the state of mind I was in.

My apartment wasn't far away, but I wasn't poor either, quite the opposite actually. My dad was some genius businessman or something, I wasn't sure, I just knew he was extremely smart. He was never home though, leaving us with our awful mother. She used to work with my dad, but then she got depressed and became a stay at home "mom". Using the word mom for her was like using the word cute for a snake.

I quickly flagged down a taxi and hopped in it. I told them my address as I pulled my wet hair down from its pony tail. The car ride took about ten minutes due to the fact that there was traffic.

Once the taxi driver pulled in front of my apartment I grabbed my bag then got out. The rain was now pouring down, I put my black hood on and ran inside the lobby.

"Hi Ryan!" My friendly doorman Winston said.

"Hi Winston." I smilled pulling my hood off of my head.

"When's Gabby coming back?"

Winston had a son my age, Alex, who adored Gabby, he was such a gentleman to her. The problem was Gabby didn't like Alex, at all. Gabby liked boys who lived on the Upper East Side, not some doormans son.

"Soon, maybe this weekend actually."

"Grand! Have a nice day!" Winston said his British accent ringing.

"You too." I said hopping in the gold elevator. I pressed the button to take me to floor five, it lit up as soon as my finger came in contact with it. Jazz music played in the elevator making it have a more homey feel.

Soon enought the elevator stopped with a ding at my apartment. The doors opened reaveling my spacious apartment.

I slipped off my converse and headed to the fridge, I was starting to relax, forgetting about Lucas.

I pulled out a frozen slice of pizza and a coke.

"You're going to get fat someday." My mom sighed her glasses on the bridge of her nose.

I blinked deciding wether or not I should talk to the monster.

"Just like you became a bitch." I said emotionless.

"Ryanna Rose Tucker." My mom breathed.

"You know my name? Good for you, you're on a start to becoming a good mother." I said smiling.

"Ryanna, I will never want to be your mother again, but that doesn't give you the right to call me a bitch."

"You are despicable. Get out of this apartment mom! Get out! We're old enough to take care of ourselves now! You're here for no reason, you just sit and sulk around looking at makeup things on the internet!" I started yelling.

"No I'll stay here." My mom said pursing her lips together angrily.

"Oh I know, you are a failure now. You quit your job and you have no money, and your lover found another woman, someone who isn't tied down to a family. You're alone, you're going to die alone and no one will grieve over your death, some will even be glad a screw up like you is dead. and you can only blame yourself, just because dad wasn't good enough, young enough."