My lack of knowledge on this subject really grates on me. I am now left alone in a giant house already paid for with a celler full of food. I don't know how long that will last though. I have had a job, my mother has always seen to it that I was fed and clothed. I have done laundry before and now must do it once a week. Being an adult is no fun. Bills must be paid and I have no money. My job brings in only enough to pay the utilities.
My mother hates me. That is why she left. She had her blue suitcases by the door when I walked in. I always new she hated me. Her eyes, blue as the sea, stared harshly at me. "I'm leaving, Ashley." She said to me. I didn't say anything. I have always been quiet, so this came as no surprise to the woman who birthed me. "I'm leaving and I am never coming back. I have filled the celler, but I am not leaving any money. Get a job." With that, she packed up her belongings. I followed her out.
"Don't call me. My name is Heather. I am not a mother. I am a victim."
I stared at her, not in confusion, but saddness. "It's not my fault. I would change it if I could. You know that!" I nearly shouted. She shook her head, her blonde hair getting tousled. "Mom! Please don't leave! I don't know how to do anything."
She shut the car door and rolled the window down. "Ashley. I hate you. I never wanted you. You are a product of rape. I only kept you because abortion is illegal in this state. And adoption was not a choice. You grew inside me and I had to deal with all the pain. I was going to get something out of it." She started her car and left. Richcardo had come out sometime during the transaction and stood beside. I don't remember when or why. He just did.
"Hello, welcome to McDonalds. May I take your order?" I said into the headset. I hated my job. After school, before school, on weekends. I do the same thing everyday. I had barely enough time for me.
I'm not dead.
"Yea. I want to know how it feels to be ditched by your own mother." I heard laughing and didn't reply. "I mean, who does it feel knowing that you're so worthless your own mother doesn't even want you."
"I'm sorry, sir, we don't have that instock." I replied finally. There was silence on the other side. Then I heard the car drive up to the window. I saw it was Davie Johnson. The senior that's been a senior for three years running. He looked at me.
"Ashley. You're pathetic." He squealed his tires and was gone. I put my headset down and looked to the manager.
"Does he do that often?" he asked. I just shrugged, when it happened mulitple times a week. I was use to it now. "Do you want me to report him?"
"Do what you want." I answered. "I'm going on break." With that I walked out. I saw outside on the grass, more like laid. I just relaxed for twenty minutes until I was called back in. From there I just went through my normal day, only Davie Johnson didn't show up again. I was relieved when work ended. I walked home in the chill of fall, my sweater wrapped around me tightly. I need a car. I needed a different house. It was in my name. I could sell it.
As I thought a car pulled up beside me. I kept walking but it slowed down to a crawl then it stopped. I didn't faulter as I walked a little faster and heard a door shut.