Disclaimer: Oh how I wished I owned Moonlight...

Yeah yeah I'm independence
Yeah yeah I'm borderline
Yeah yeah I'm California
My minds all screwed and upside down
But my hearts on overdrive
Yeah my hearts on overdrive

I need to take a shower when I look at you
You sting and hurt like a bad tattoo
I wish you'd change my point of view
I cruise the canyon to get some breeze
With hidden treasures up my sleeve
I like the light and hate the heat
But I'll lick the blood right off your street
-Overdrive by Katy Rose-

"So how's hell?"

I sighed into the phone. "I don't know Celeste...how does it feel to get your eye spooned out?"

"Hurts a lot..."

"Well there you go..."

She laughed. "My dear Belinda it can't be that bad."

I rolled over on my bed and stared at the ceiling, yea, it can be that bad. Being stuck at my fathers house for the weekend is like being thrown into the gates of hell.

"They are trying to make me go to church..."

She gasp sarcastically. "The nerve!"

"It's not funny! They want me to be all...involved...with their church...even though I told them my kind isn't accepted at churches..."

She laughed again. "Your kind?"

"Yes my kind, the tattooed, pierced, bi-sexual, cussing, drinking to much, smoking more than I should American teenager."

She laughed. "Well, maybe their church does...just because you've been kicked out of every church you've ever gone to, doesn't mean that this church will kick you out."

"It's a backwoods Baptist church...they're still stuck in the 1700 century! Women wear dresses for God's sake! Do they know women have rights now? Do they know we can vote? We can even go to college!"

"Honey, listen to me, it's not all that bad...I go to church sometimes..."

"But that's your choice! I have no desire to go!" I pouted and dropped my head down on my arms.

"I pity you, I do, but there is no way you can get out of it...so why not at least have some fun with it?"

I smiled. "What? Wear a tube top and mini skirt?"

She laughed. "And don't forget the happy flask."

I laughed. "Duly noted...I better go, I now only have fifteen minutes to get ready...love you!"

"Love you too!"

I hung up and dropped the phone.

I sound like a spoiled brat, I knew that, but when you've been kicked out of every church you've ever been to it tends to make you a little put off by the thought of church. It's always for the same reasons. I have tattoos, piercings and the fact that my mother had me when she was 16...apparently it's un-Christan like. Well screw that.

I crawled off the large bed with a sigh. My dad's house was my own little preview of hell. I didn't even know my father until I was 13, the first time I met him was in a courtroom, him trying to take me from my mom. He said that my mother had kept me from him. Which was bullshit, he didn't want anything to do with me, when he found out my mom was pregnant, he ran. And now apparently, he 'found God' and realized the wrongs in his life. He says my mother is a bad influence, that she made me hate him, she made me a 'tattooed whore'.

Yea, my father calls me a tattooed whore.

But I don't let it bother me, I've come to live for him and his wife disapproving of my actions. They're so afraid that I'm going to turn their 'precious' daughters into a smaller versions of me. I personally think it's impossible, I swear they are what the two wicked stepsisters were based off of in Cinderella.

I swung open the doors of my closet and started digging for some clothes to wear. I would never be ready in fifteen minutes...it was impossible. It takes me thirty minutes alone to tame the wild mane of hair on my head.

I slipped on the short black skirt and threw the blue tank top on. I guess I'd have to go the natural way this morning. No make up, and my black hair being a curly mess.I grabbed the black stilettos out and ran to the mirror. The blue shirt seemed to make my blue eyes stand out even more against my pale skin.

I ran a brush through my hair and it only seemed to make the curls curl even more.

"Dammit!" I decided to just throw it up in a messy pony tale.

I heard my dad yelling at me from down the stairs, I knew the only way he'd let me leave the house this way was if I waited till the last minute to run down the stairs. I waited five more minutes before going down the stairs.

He gave me a disapproving look.

"What?" I asked innocently.

He just shook his head and walked me out the door.

-3 Hours Later-

"I still say I did nothing wrong!"

"You were smoking outside of the church!"

I cocked my head to the side. My dad glared down at me angrily.

"So, there were several people out there smoking..."

"You're 17!"

I smiled. "Correction, I'm about to be 18."

My phone went off in my purse and I answered it.

"Salut maman!"

"Hello love! How are you?"

I groaned and walked away from my dad, I heard him yelling at me as I went up the stairs but I ignored it.

"I'm with dad, how do you think I am."

My mom sighed. "I'm sorry love..."

"Whatever...I'm over it...you sound really tired."

She sighed again. "I'm afraid Josef is working my ass off."

I laughed. "Yes because that didn't sound dirty at all...you're his secretary..there are certain stereotypes that go along with that."

I didn't even have to see her to know she was glaring at me. "Oh fuck you, you're just jealous because I get to work in the precense of such a hot guy."

I rolled my eyes. "The fact that you noticed your boss is hot is slightly disturbing..."

"I'm 33, not blind, there is nothing wrong with noticing my boss is hot."

"My therapist would disagree...she says you're to immature to be a mother."

"Oh whats new about that, I've been hearing that since the day you popped out."

I grimaced. "Not a visual I would like to have..."

She laughed. "Sorry, was that bad for your mental health? I seem to forget how delicate it is."

"Haha, it's only delicate because you seem to enjoy torturing me."

"Whatever, I have to go...Josef is calling me, when you leave their house today, come up and see me, this weekend has been boring without you."

I smiled. "Will I get to see Josef?"

She laughed. "Maybe." Then she hung up.

I sat there with a smile.

Anyone would have to be blind to not be attracted to her boss, it's not my fault I have a thing for beautiful men.

I looked over at the clock, 12:30.

Six and a half hours left until I can leave. I fell back on the bed with a groan.

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