"I want you to finish your fucking semester here! I don't know how many times I have to tell you! You are staying here until your finals are over, you hear me missy? I'm not going to tell you again or change my mind so I suggest you get over it, and I mean quickly you fucking brat!" My mom was being her fucking normal drunken' self, not wanting me to be actually happy. She just didn't understand why I had to leave, she doesn't now what happens behind close doors.
Why can't she just be happy for me, to let me go where I want to go so I can get out of this hellhole? Not that where I grew up was a hole because it was far from it. I always lived in big gorgeous mansions that would take up the whole block. There was never one pinch of dirt, no trash, and "heaven forbid" there be something out of place.
We had four butlers in total, one was placed in each wing because each wing was like a house; each having their own kitchen, living room, family room, game room, and etc. The house was never ending and with all that space to cover we had eight maids.
It was weird growing up here, just the three of use and live in such a big house, but I did have a lot of entertainment: every type of instrument, home theater, home bowling ally, every sport court you could think of, inside and outside pools, one that was built like it was in a Water Park, we had several roller coasters that went in and out of our home, we had a dance rooms for every form, and so forth anything that screams fun we have it. As you can tell my mom and my evil stepfather, are grown up kids. But what I find amusing is the fact that they don't even use any of the stuff, you could only find them in the seller were all the alcohol was.
The down side to living in a big house is its so empty, yes there's a lot of crap but no warmth, that feeling when you walk in to home saying, "I'm home," no I had that feeling of loneliness and uncomfortable. The walls are screaming at me saying, "You don't belong here, you never have and you never will; you have to get out of here!" The walls are right I do have to leave, wishing I could go now but I can't because I have a bitch of a mother. At least its only a month away until the semester ends, hopefully I can survive here that long, I can only hopeā¦
