"Seriously who are you to tell me what to do." I yelled not caring who heard me right now because I'm too pissed off to care.
"I am still your father no matter what you say and you have to obey my rules and if you don't like then you can live on the streets for all I care!" Yelled the person I called "dad" walked out of my room to leave me to pack.
I'm Rachel Berry though I don't like being called a Berry. My other father (yeah, I had two fathers) died when I was thirteen and my life hasn't been the same because well my dad wasn't the same. After daddy died my dad when crazy. He changed my last name, moved out of the city I once called home, and to me it felt like he did it to hurt me emotionally exactly how he hurts me physically. It doesn't matter what he does to me. I deserve it in his eyes. I am supposedly the reason my dad died to him. I am the reason he is an abusive drunk to him. And now I'm the reason he wanted to move back to my hometown Lima which is in Ohio. And now I have to leave the Californian lifestyle to go back to Ohio.
I don't mind the countryside though Lima isn't really like that. I actually like it better than the city, but it holds too many bad memories and now I have to go back and live in the house that I used to live in when we were a happy family. I had the perfect family before the accident. A family that loved me unconditionally and was told that when I came out. Yup, I ride the famous rainbow and I'm proud of it. My daddy told me he loved me no matter what and dad told me the same thing, but again this was before the accident.
We lived next to my cousins in Lima. The Lopez family which is on my daddy's side. We were close literally and figuratively. Santana and me were basically sisters. Nothing came in between us. We were always together because we were the only child in our families. My daddy always told me to stay close to family because they are basically all you need. That's not the way my dad saw it though after the accident I never even got to say goodbye to them. I tried to get in touch with them and I got caught. I didn't give a good excuse as to why I went to school with a broken arm that year. I didn't try anything after that. I was too scared.
"Stupid bastard. I should just leave now and see what he does to stop me." I mumbled under my breath knowing I wouldn't do anything like trying to leave. I finished packing the rest of my clothes and threw it in the trunk of my dad's car. The 15 minute drive to the airport and four hour flight to Columbus and then the 30 minute drive to Lima was silent with me listening to my Ipod the whole way and not acknowledging my dad.
"Put your stuff in your old room and I'll go get you enrolled in school." Dad said. I didn't say anything I just looked toward the Lopez house next to mine. I wonder if they would recognize me. The last time I remember Santana talking to me was when she was rambling about some blonde girl she met. I always thought she had a girl crush on that chick though. Maybe if I was lucky enough I will get to embarrass Santana in front of said chick. I always hoped Santana was secretly gay or at least bi so I could have someone to talk to. My parents weren't gonna help me with girls for obvious reasons and I remember Lima being kind of well not yay gay. I was thirteen though so I didn't really know any better.
Dad wasn't home yet so he's probably at some bar. I did my normal exercise routine of one hundreds push ups and various abs workouts. I always thought health was important, but I mostly did all this to stay in shape because I wasn't in sports at my old school after the arm incident. After my shower I went to the kitchen to see if dad came back yet which big surprise he wasn't, but he came back and must have left again beacause I found my schedule, my locker combination, and a flier welcoming me as a Junior to William McKinley High School. It basically stated all the rules that I have to follow, but me being me I know I wont and a list of school activities and sports.
I flipped through a little while then decided it was time to go to sleep. I didn't see the car in the driveway so I guess I was stuck walking in the morning. So hopefully my day tomorrow wasn't gonna suck ass and I hope that I see Santana and my old friends tomorrow, but we will just have to wait and see.