The taxi pulled up in front of my Mother's house. My mother had a two story red brick house, there were windows in every room. There was a pool around the back of the house and a large pasture where my horses would soon graze. I didn't want to be here, I wanted to be back at my Dad's house. There I was alone. My overly cheerful mother greeted me. My mother had short brown hair with golden highlights. She had a plain face and light brown eyes. She was not a tall woman only standing 5'2. I towered over standing 5'5. She was a thin woman that had nothing better to do then gossip. I looked nothing like my mother. I had midback length golden blonde hair that was pulled back out of my face. I was more athletic then she was and had more muscle mass then some of the football players at my last high school. I had tan skin that made my ahir look even more blonde. I had dark eyes that seemed to change color with my mood. If I was happy, they were light, if I was upset or angry they would be a dark brown. At the moment my eyes were black, when ever I was extremly upset they would go black. I wore a simple outfit, pajamma pants and an over-sized shirt. I really didn't care what people thought, it was after all close to one in the morning.
"How are you?" She asked, her voice full of eccitment.
"Good." I mumbled.
She looked disgruntled about something. I was too tired to really care, she had ruined my life. She led my into the house and started towards the kitchen. I stopped at the stairs and sat my bags down then continued after her. My combat boots loudly announced my entrance. When I entered she was cooking me some eggs to eat before I went to bed. I was gratefull because I had not eaten since early that afternoon. A tall, dark haired man sat in on of the chair at the kitchen table. He was well biult be had a hard face with loving eyes. I didn't like him. I sat in the chiar opposite him any way and waited in silence for my eggs. Once my mother had sat them down in front of me, I started to eat. The room was silent. my mother sat in the chair next to the strange man.
"I bet your tired from your trip." She said.
"Yeah, a little." I asnwered in a noncaring way.
"You will not answer your mother that was." The man said.
"I will answer her how I want." I said to him.
The man stood and glared at me as I finished off my food. I looked up at him and stood to put my plate in the sink so I could wash it in the morning. He continued to glare at me, I turned at looked at him as if he were a smiple minded idiot.
"You will abid by my rules as long as you live in this house. Do you understand me?" He asked, through gritted teeth.
"I'm going to bed. I'll see you in the morning." I said.
"No, you will sit in that chair until I tell you that you can leave." He shouted.
"You are not my father and you'll never be my father. You can marry my mom but you have no blood relation to me. So there for I do not have to respect you as I do my father or mother." I shouted back.
He opened his mouuth to say something.
"I'm not finsihed. You can not boss me around. I'm not scared of you." I finsihed.
I started passed him and make my way to my room. He grapped my arm.
"Don't you dare talk to me like that." He said.
His grip on my arm tightened.
"Let me go." I said.
"Not until you show me some respect."
"Let me go! You're hurting me." I siad.
"Good." He spat in my face, his grip tightening.
"I said let me fucking go!" I shouted.
He raised his hand and slapped me across the face. I turned and hit him square in the jaw, he staggered back and I walked to the stairs. I grabbed me bag and walked up the stairs to my room. My room over looked the pasture and in the morning the sun rose outside the window. The walls were painted a soft baby blue and there were horse posters decorating almost every inch of the far left wall. Even thought I was almost sixteen, I wasn't going to take them down. I shut my door and flupped down on my bed. I pulled out my black iPod and picked some random song. I listened to it as I thought about my first night. It had gone way off my plan of things, first I hit my step-father and had not batted as eye. I had offended him and didn't care. I knew from that moment on that I would hate this place, that I could not even call home, with all my heart. I also knew that my life was about to turn into a living hell. I rolled over onto my stomach with a sigh and stared out my window. The oak tree that stood next to my window had one occupant. A bat with beady black eyes. I thought for a moment then decided that maybe, just maybe this place wouldn't be so bad after all.