An Unwanted Life

Fight With Mom

"Why does it always seem like someone is following me?" Caryn thought, as she looked around nervously. As usual no one was around or following her, but she can't shake the feeling of eyes watching her. Shivers went through her body as fear started to overtake her. She started walking faster up until the point where it seemed as if she's running. "I need to get home" she thought while trying to catch her breath. 

For the past two weeks Caryn have been getting the feeling that she's being followed. She tried talking to her mother about it, but as usual her mother was too busy working and paid no mind to her. Caryn is one of those children who grows up with a single mother who considers herself an independent woman. To be quite honest, she certainly understands why her father left them when she was still too young to understand.

Today she can't even remember his face. Not that there is anything in the house to remember him by. Her mother made sure that she erased all memories of him. After her father had left, her mother buried herself in her work and Caryn was left to tend to herself.
At the age of six it was nearly impossible to look after herself, but it was not as if she had any other choice. For the longest part of her life she felt as if she was the reason why her father left and that it was the reason for her mother's behavior towards her.

"Ugh! Why am I even thinking about all this crap when I should be focused on getting home?" she asked herself while crossing the last stop to her home.
She opened the door and sighed when she saw that her mother was already home. "Great, what now?" she thought as she looked at the woman in front of her, looking at her as if she was something that the cat dragged in. "Good day mother", she said looking at the gorgeous woman in front of her. Well she would be quite beautiful if she smiled more, but that never happens. 

"Do you care to explain why you were absent from school yesterday and today and also where you've been?" Gwen asked. The petite teenager just raised her eyebrows questioningly and threw her bag on the couch. "Look at me when I'm speaking to you Caryn!" Gwen said, now irritated by the behavior of her only child. 

"Listen, you do what makes you happy and I'll do me. It's not like you care about me anyway" Caryn answered while shrugging, giving the indication that she was not phased in the least by her mother's rising anger. 

"Well young lady, since you are in my house where I pay the bills, I have the right to ask you about your whereabouts." She looked at the stubborn child with eyes that's now spitting fire. "You know what Gwen, why didn't you just give me up for adoption when dad left since I'm such a burden to you?" Caryn asked, now equally enraged. She stormed up the stairs and locked herself in her room. 

Gwen sighed as she ran a hand through her hair. Every conversation that she tries to have with her daughter ends in an argument. She knows that they are both at fault, with her always saying the wrong thing and Caryn retaliating with even harsher words, leaving them both sad and frustrated. Another sigh left her as she reached out to her now cold cup of coffee, while Caryn on the other hand jumped on her bed and cried herself to sleep. After a while Gwen got up to go to her bedroom, her physical and emotional exhaustion so great that she failed to notice the dark shadow watching from outside. 

A/N: Currently under editing. Since this is my first attempt at writing a novel your inputs are welcome. Happy reading!