I marched through the door
after school, imagining a hot shower and my nice warm bed. But
all those hopes died when I came in and saw boxes everywhere,
people parading around tossing things into them, and my mom
standing four inches from my face tapping her watch. She
started yelling at me and I cringed away.
"Where were you?! You're 11
minutes late, you ungrateful little--" She was interrupted by a
short, unattractive man.
"Um, excuse me miss, but
we're ready to go now." I almost laughed. He was so scared of
her! But I didn't feel like laughing when she turned back to
me. She motioned for them to load the boxes up, so all the
people streamed out.
"We're moving." She said, all
bitchy. She was half smiling, like she wanted to hurt
"Are you kidding?" I asked,
thinking she might be joking. She slapped me across the
"Don't you talk back to me!!"
wait, so she isn't joking? That means....We're
"But, but, what do you mean?
where are we going?" I felt vulnerable, like a child.
"I would tell you, but you
might go do something illegal to them and i'm not gonna trust
you like that." Okay, that makes no sense! She is the
one who sells pictures of herself online. She is the
one that plots against her coworkers and frames them for stuff
they didn't do so that they'll get fired and she can
get promoted. She is the one that fricken abuses her only
"Uh, what did you just say?"
I knew I shouldn't be saying that as it was coming out of my
mouth. And I was proved right when her hand made contact with
my face again, spinning me back against the closed door. I took
a deep breath and tried to calm myself down. It only gets worse
when I stand up for myself.
Her fingers closed on my face
and she squeezed, bringing it back towards her.
"How dare you?! How Dare
you?!! Don't you ever talk back to me, you ungrateful little
brat! Do you under stand me?"
"I understand that you really
need to get laid. Maybe you'll relax a little." I mumbled under
"Excuse me?" she squeezed
"I said, I understand you,
"Good. Now go get ready, and
go to the bathroom for God's sake 'cause it's a long drive and
we're not stopping." She shoved my face away and I ran up to my
room, locking the door
I looked around at my empty
room. How exactly does she expect me to get ready? There was
absolutely nothing in my room. Jesus, what kind of movers did
she hire? They got every single piece of dust.
I sat down on the expanse of
white carpet and my stomach grumbled loudly, reminding me how I
never get to eat lunch. She won't let me bring anything from
home ("It's a waste of money! You don't need that much to
survive!") and she won't give me any money to get anything at
school ("I'm not giving you any money, you'll just go buy crack
or something with it!") There's a lot of trust in this
Oh well, I thought. It's not
like I have a bunch of friends I'm leaving behind. Mother
doesn't allow friends. Because something like that would make
me happy and we can't have that! I think she spends her days
planning ways in which to make me unhappy, actually. Her own
"DAKOTA!!!!" She yelled,
outraged that I hadn't done what she had wanted before she
asked me to.
"yeah?" I called back, hoping
that for once she might just want to say she loved me or
something. I hear other parents do that sometimes.
"Where the hell are you?!?!?
I've been waiting in the car for ten minutes!!!" but no. She
just wanted to yell at me some more.
"Poor you!" I called back at
half volume, knowing she wouldn't be able to tell what I
"EXCUSE ME?!?!?!" uhhh…could
she hear me?
"Coming." I hollered, and
then sighed. Where the hell were we going? And why the heck did
I get stuck with such a bitch for a mother? I got up off the
floor and made my way to the vehicle.
* * * * *
She wasn't kidding when she
said it was going to be a long drive. We were an hour and a
half in and she showed no sign of stopping. I was borrrred! And
fucking uncomfortable! She had me crammed in between some boxes
and it's not like we were talking. To each other, anyway. She
had been texting and talking on the car phone this whole time,
complaining about me fifty percent.
"Where are we going?" I
asked, catching her between conversations.
"We're moving in with my new
boyfriend." Shit, not another one.
"Where does he live?" I asked
"Why are you asking all these
questions? Gonna call all your dirty little friends and get
them to trash his house? Planning on stalking him?! I'm not
telling you that!" Like I said, tons of trust.
"I just wanted to know 'cause
I'm going to be living there." What has gotten into me today?!
If I keep back talking, I'm going to get punished. I can't
believe she hasn't already started.
"You'll find out when we get
there!" she said, and started complaining into her
I leaned my head against the
window and tried to drown her out.
I don't remember falling
asleep but it must have happened because suddenly I was being
woken with a smack in the head.
I looked up at her,
The car was cold as if it had
been sitting there for a while. My mother was wearing a silk
nightgown. She hadn't driven in that.
"How long have we been here?"
I rubbed my eyes and got out, sleep clinging to me. I was
hoping I could get back to sleep soon, otherwise I would be
wired and unable to sleep from such a long nap.
"Eh, A few hours." She said
flippantly and disappeared into the dark.
What. A. Bitch.
I headed off in the direction
my mother had gone.
After like, ten minutes of
walking I started to wonder if I was going the right direction.
It was dark, cold, and windy. I couldn't see that well because
my long, straight, dark hair kept getting whipped into my face.
I had goose bumps so bad it hurt and I didn't even have a coat.
Mom has like, fifteen, but she won't get me any. Bitch. Why the
hell had she parked eighty miles away from the damn place
A couple more minutes and I
caught sight of the house, wondering how I ever could've missed
it. The thing was huge. It didn't even look like a house. It
looked like a city hall or the white house…or the pentagon or
something. It was polished white, like seven stories, and I
definitely caught sight of a pool in the back.
Then I started wondering if
maybe it really wasn't their house. Maybe it was their business
or something? But nonetheless, I hurried to the door. I was
freezing my ass off!
As soon as I entered I knew
it was the house. There were two boxer wearing teenaged boys
wrestling over a videogame controller in the gigantic living
They didn't notice me and I
was okay with that. I went to close the 13foot freaking door
but I lost control of it and it came crashing closed with a
loud bang. The boys whipped around to look at me. And look. And
look and look and look….
"Um, hey." I said, trying to
break the silence. "I'm Dakota?"
They walked towards me, a
slow smile spreading across one of their faces. I made eye
contact with him and smiled a little. Then I transferred my
gaze to the other one and my breath caught. His electric blue
eyes froze my lungs and I found it impossible to breathe until
I looked away. Holy shit!
"Hey, uh, you okay?" the
first one asked. I smiled and nodded, still catching my breath.
I avoided the other one's face. "Uh, well I'm Kellan and this
is Kian. It's nice to meet you." Kian. Even his name hampered
"You too. Are you my mom's
boyfriend's..sons?" I asked awkwardly.
They exchanged a weird
"Boyfriend's sons? No,
we're--" A skinny hand closed over his mouth, cutting him
"Hey Satan" I said. Oh, shit,
did I just say that?
"Finally-what?" damn, she
"Sorry, I thought you were
someone else." Like the devil.
"Well, it took you long
enough to get here! And since you delayed my plans, just go to
bed now." That's a hell of a lot less of a punishment then I
would have gotten if she'd understood the Satan, devil thing,
so I just looked at my feet submissively.
"Okay, but I don't know where
my room is." Don't hit me don't hit me don't hit me….
Then she yanked my by the arm
up the grand staircase.
"Um, goodnight!" I called to
the boys quietly.
She led me down a hallway and
when we got to the third door on the right she slammed it open
and threw me inside.
She ran up and slapped me,
angry once again for something.
"What did you think you were
doing, talking about me like that?!" she hit me again hard and
black dots floated across my vision, scaring the crap out of me
and making me fall back onto the bed.
"Did I say you could
talk?!?!" she hit me again and I closed my eyes. Maybe she'll
stop if she thinks she knocked me out…
"Don't you ever repeat what I
say or do, you big fucking gossip!" she pulled me up by my
hair, making me cry out.
"And don't lie to me either!
You're lucky I even decided to bring you along to this place! I
wasn't going to 'cause you're such a burden!" Who you trying to
convince, mom? Me or yourself? God, you're such a
"And don't bother those boys
or my man. Or you'll answer to me! Now don't leave this room!"
She started to turn around but stopped, looking at me.
"I hate you so much." She
told me. That and only that made boiling hot tears well in my
eyes. She went to leave.
Before she got two feet away,
she froze, every muscle in her body tense. I peeked around her.
Oh shit. Kian was standing in the doorway, his hand still on
the knob. My mom started for him, but before she could touch
him he turned and fled, quick as lightning.
She hurried after him,
pausing to shoot a glare my way, as if I had told Kian to stand
When I could breathe again
after looking at Kian and thinking about him, I swung my legs
off the bed and got ready to go help him.
I put my mind into the
light-fast thinking mode, the one that can outsmart my
literally crazy mother.
I took a deep breath.
And I left the room, shutting
the light off.