I was lying on my bed staring up at the ceiling when I heard the front door slam. Great, I thought to myslef, she's home. As if she had heard my thoughts, I heard my mother's shrill voice calling up to me.
" Riya Elizabeth Uley, come down here this instance!"
I hurried down the stairs, and into the living room where my mother was sitting on the couch a grim look on her face.
"none of your chores are done," my mother said, " why the hell not?"
I glanced at the floor, and then back to my mother. Her face was a mixture of dissapointment, and of anger.
" Jesse called, and I got caught up on the phone with him," I stammered out.
She scoffed and began to stalk toward me.
" Your brother is nothing," she said, " he left you to go to college in Alabama, do you honestly think he loves you?"
With her words she meant to hurt me, I didn't let her get to me though, because the only reason she said such things was because she resented Jess. He had left home as soon as he was 17, and as soon as he received a full ride to AU. I was proud of my brother. I was brought back to the moment by my mother clearing her throat.
"Riya, do your chores, and you will go to bed tonight with no dinner." she said, venom leaking through with every word.
"yes ma'am," I squeaked out
With my answer my mother turned and walked up the stairs. I could hear he slam her door, and then it was silent.
I glanced around the house, to see that it was still spotless. I rolled my eyes at my mother's antics, and walked to my room. Grabbing my ipod of of my desk, and shoving the headphones in my ear, I began to think of my mother's words. She had claimed that Jesse didn't love me, but neither did she. She had pulled me away from my home when I was ten years old. We had left LaPush Washington and moved to Gatlinburg Tenesee, because she 'couldn't take the rain anymore'. It didn't seem to matter that my older cousins were there, Sam Uley being more a brother than a cousin to me. Also, I had been pulled away from my bestfriend Embry Call. We were the bastards of LaPush, neither of our father's were known. I tried to push all thoughts of home out of my head, as I felt the tears threatining to fall over. Pull it together Riya, I thought.
I awoke the next morning disgruntled and in a bad mood. I slowly got up and grabbed a towel from the back of the desk chair. I quietly opened my door hoping that I wouldn't wake my mother. I ran on tip toe to the bathroom, and started the shower. I let the hot water run over my aching muscles,in hope that it would relax me. When I had just turned the water off, I heard my mother wake. To most people, my mother seemed lovely. Well put together, and dutifull in her responsibilities to her kids. It was all a farce though. She was manipulitive, and evil. She had to have things her way, and when they didn't end up like she wanted she could get violent. She has only hit me twce, but when she had I had bruises and busted blood vessels. Most of the time though, she turned to alcohol, and pills. When she was home, I tried to just stay out of her way, lucky for me though that she spent most of the days away to Georgia on business trips. I didn't leave the bathroom until I heard the front door down stairs close.
I left the bathroom, and continued to walk to my room. I grabbed my undergarments and put them on. I then grabbed skinny jeans, and a longsleeve black polo shirt. I did my long black hair in a braid over my shoulder. I didn't worry with makeup, and I threw on my UGGS. Before walking out the room, I threw my phone, ipod, and wallet in my purse. I checked my lap top in hopes that I would have an email from Embry, however those had stopped several months ago. I was dissapointed once again when the only mail was from my homeschooling agent. I was currently a Junior, event hough I was only supposed to be a sophmore. Homeschooling did have its advantages. Shutting my computer, I turned and walked into the kitchen. Even though I didn't get dinner last night, I wasn't hungry, I never ate much. I grabbed a bottle of water, and the keys to my car, that had been a birthday present from my mom two months ago on my sixteenth birthday. Walking out to my black range rover , I began to get excited for the day ahead.
I pulled onto the highway and headed to the shopping center that was about twenty minutes away in Pigeon Forge. Turning the music up, it was easy to forget my troubles as I sang along to my favorite song. ( she sings like the drummer from Skillet)
1, 2, 3, 4
She was young But she liked to act younger than she wasShe was dumbBut she liked to act more dumb than she wasFor such a young,dumb impetious thingSays if she goes then she'll go smillingAnd of course, she'll leave a beautiful corpse The problem with you, the problem with this world (x3)It's an ugly world and you're, you're an ugly girl She wants to be Grace KellyBut she has no graceShe's always falling down on her pretty painted faceWell men call her prettyBecause she's pretty funnyShe's always after the millionaire's moneyBut she don't care for anyone else but herselfShe don't care for anyone else but herself The problem with you, the problem with this worldIt's and ugly world and you're an ugly girl (x2)The problem with you's the problem with this world(x3)It's an ugly world and you're, you're an ugly girl FUNKY! She's the highbrow girl in the low cut topA society girl, she don't know how to stop Well men call her pretty Because she is pretty funShe always makes sure to leave the top buttons undone You're falling cuz youAre falling cuz youYou're falling cuz you You're falling yes youAre falling cuz youAre falling yes youYou're falling (x3) She's an ugly girl (x8) She's a highbrow girl in a low cut topA society girl, she don't know how to stop 1,2,3,4 3,4
Hey
Give it, give it
As the song came to an end I couldn't help but smile. It held so many memories of riding around with my brother before he had went off to college. He had been the one to introduce me to 100 Monkeys, and now I loved them. More songs came and went, with me singing ,or screaming in some cases, along to each. Soon enough I pilled into the Pigion Forge Shopping Center, and parked in the middle. I got out, and prepared to spend the day using the credit card that my mother had so kindly given me in hopes that I would forget about the beatings, and the drug usage. If she wanted to buy my affection, she would never get it, but she can sure as hell keep trying.
I spent my morning going to Hollister, Abercrombie, and many other stores. I was exauhsted by lunchtime, so I enjoyed lunch at Olive Garden. After lunch, I went back to shopping. I even bought some clothes to send to Jesse. After about 60 stores, and several thousands of dollars, I loaded my bags into my range rover, and drove home. I pulled into the yard to see a car that I did not expect to see. My brothers Jeep was sitting in front of my house. Forgetting the bags in the back, I threw the car in park, grabbed my purse and keys and ran into the house. Jesse was sitting solomn faced in the kitchen chair.
"hey RiyaBug" he said
"Jess, what's wrong," I said, " why are you here in the middle of the semester?"
"Riya," he said in a voice mixed with relief and regret, " mom is dead, she crashed her car, and died on impact."