Why? chapter 1

  Mom was stroking my long, silky black hair as we stood there in the rain, at Dad’s funeral. I feel this is my fault. I don’t know why. I guess it’s because I asked him to go to the store for me in the storm. He told me to just wait, but I through a fit. Well, maybe it is my fault. My brother Dylan thinks so.                                                       

  I wonder what Dad is thinking of mw right now. Is he mad? Or does he forgive me?

  I didn’t know I was crying until Mom wiped them off with her thumb and told me everything was alright. I looked away.

                                       3 MONTHS LATER

    I went into the bathroom with some clothes. I never changed in my bedroom because of Mom’s new boyfriend. He’s a pervert. I feel very uncomfortable with him looking in my room on purpose when I change my clothes.

  I put on tight black jeans, black socks, black underwear, black bra, and a really tight white shirt with black letters that say, ‘Heart Broken, but can handle it’. Then I put on a little bit of eyeliner, and it was, of course, black. When I left my room Jerry was sitting at the table, drunk as ever, and passing out a little. He looked at me while I was putting on my boots and laughed.

  “Why do you just wear black and white all the time? It is so not cool.” he said.

  “Since when do you know what cool is Jerry?” I say back. He looks angrily at me again and says,

  “Now you come here. I ain’t gonna listen to you mouth at me when I ain’t done nothing wrong. Look at me when I am talking to you, girl!” he yells. I look him straight in the ye and say,

  “Fuck you, man. I’m outta here.” After I said that, he grabbed by my arm, yanked me towards him and slapped me straight on the face and let me fall.

  “Where you going?” he asked.

  “To school, dipshit.” I said under my breath where he couldn’t here me.

  “To  where?” he asked again.

  “To school, Jerry. Can I please go now?” I asked, in a fake-sweet tone.

  “That’s it, yes. Talk to me like that and you won’t have a bad punishment when I get home from the bar today.” he told me. Hmmm…the bar? Maybe I can get the hell out of here and stay with some of my friends. He dosen’t know where they live so I can hang there untill I can get an apartment. I got up and walked out of the door and headed to school.

~ by xxshelbyxx on June 22, 2008.