You never let me do anything I want to do!" I shouted slamming my door.
"Don't slam doors in my house!" my mother Renee yelled back.
"Fuck you! You don't know me or what I go through." I hollered behind my closed door.
"What the hell did you just say to me!" she said in a threatening voice, walking quickly up the stairs.
"Open the door now!" she said menacingly.
"Go rot in hell, you self-centered bitch." I said, angrily.
I bet you're wondering what happened to make me to speak like this to my mother…well she deserved it; she's a conniving, manipulative bitch! She tries to control my life, but I'm through with that shit, it's time to do me. I digress, let me start from the beginning…
It all started when I was twelve and she introduced me into the society of the rich and famous. When she met him, she changed. She wanted to leave our old life behind for her and replace it with her new one. It was great for her, but a personal hell for me. She wanted the perfect daughter, but that just wasn't me. I wasn't her robot, I was a real person. I made mistakes, and I hated the fake Barbie bitches I was forced to hang out with; they were shallow and self-centered. They were your friends one second, and gossiping about you the next. All they did was shop and spend all of daddy's money; they didn't know what the real world was; they didn't know how it felt to struggle, to never have food, to live in a house where the power was always out, or how it felt to never be warm at night even with a countless layer of wool blankets. They didn't know what I went through, or that we were once poor. My bitch of a mother made sure of that, she played the part well.
She was delusional if she thought it would last. She would sacrifice anything to be in this life style…even me. She didn't care what happened to me one way or another, as long as I had the right clothes, boyfriend, and hung out with the right people. She didn't want me to be an "embarrassment" to her.
"You need to be perfect Bella, flawless" she would always tell me. I had no control over anything in my life…except two things. The two things that I controlled in my life, the two things my mother Renee had no control or say over.
