Take Me From My Hell, chapter 3
The next morning I trudged to school in the rain. I didn't care if I got wet. I liked the rain. I embraced the cold droplets of water hitting my face and trickling down my neck and being absorbed into the neckline of my Twisted Sister shirt, one my brother had given me. By the time I got to school my shirt was soaked, I could've cared less. My teachers stared at me like I was a moron.
I took my seat next to the empty science desk, Ryder was supposed to sit there, but I guess he was absent again, he liked being absent.
"Okay, take out a sheet of paper and copy the notes from the board"; Mr. Lenhart said. The door closed.
"Nice of you to join us, Ryder." I looked up. Wow, he came.
"Hey, what happened?" He whispered as I sat down. I started copying the notes as he moved some of his dark black hair from his eyes.
"My mom might not be allowed to be my legal guardian any more. If she fails her drug tests, which she will, which she forgot about because she was drunk when she read it, I have to be removed from her custody until she proves that she can be a good mother. Which will happen when she drops dead."
"I see, and your face?"
"She hit me, again"
"And your nose?"
"She punched me."
"Did you say anything."
"Yeah, that's why I was punched." I smiled "I'm glad she got a piece of my mind though. If I get punched for stating my opinion, so let it be."
"Where are you gonna go if...when your not under her care anymore?"
"I don't know why I hear voices when I shouldn't" Mr. Lenhart said. We quieted down
"I don't know, my brother said I could go there but I hate that place. Maybe I'll be adopted by a stranger that's really hot and we can have sex" I smiled
"What?!"
The class stared
"Ryder, I said it once already, be quiet"
"Oh, yeah, sorry";
"I'm just kidding" I looked at the board and started copying the notes again as I laughed a little.
The bell rang and it was still raining out. I started the walk home, by the time I was half way home the rain turned into more of a light mist falling from the clouds above my head. The coolness felt nice against my sweaty face.
I walked up the front steps, my mom wasn't home again. I was starting to get worried. Not for her but for me. What was going to happen to me? I didn't know but that thought lingered in my head and haunted me for a while.
A few days later I was sitting at home, it was Sunday. I was sitting at my window, waiting for Vincent to come around. I hadn't seen him in a few days. I knew he didn't leave, he didn't say good-bye.
I stared at the wall, wondering what I could see in the world after I was placed in another home. What would it be like not to live in fear? Not to live with having the shit beaten out of me every moment I opened my mouth. To live with rights. I pondered this as I heard the front door slam shut. And by slam I mean it sounded like that witch made the door fell from its hinges. I listened as she swore to herself and went to the fridge for her daily vodka bottle.
What was going on?
I crept downstairs
"What do you want?" She barked
"Nothing, um...what's wrong? You sound mad."
"And why are you so nosey? If you must know I failed the drug and alcohol test and they think we have living conditions that are 'un-fit for a growing teenager'. Bullshit that is."
"Am I going to a new home?"; I asked, feeling weary.
"Listen to me you bitch. You aren't leaving. You are my child. You will be until I let you go. Who will take care of your darling mother while you're gone? No one. Which is why you have to stay here, clean and cook as I grow old." She smiled and I felt my stomach turn. My hopes had just been shattered, like her bottles she threw against the wall in rage.
I went up to the room and started imagining Vincent's warm body next to mine. His arms around me. His breath on my neck as he spoke to me. I continued to lie on my bed, on my side, closing my eyes to get the full image and feeling. Him whispering things to me as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next day after I came home from school, I was actually pretty happy. I got my report card and I had 3 Bs and an A. I knew she wouldn't care, but it meant something to me. I walked home and was a few minutes late that day. I almost froze when I saw the car was actually in the driveway.
I ran back to the house and walked in as quietly as I could. No luck.
"Why are you late?"; She yelled. I tried to think of an excuse "Answer me!"
"I took a wrong turn a few roads back... " I said
"Yeah right!" She slapped me across the face. Great, it had started again.
"And guess what else!? Those damned people don't think I'm a good mother to you, and they are taking me away from you! You bitch! You probably went and told them you wanted a new mother and home! How dare you fuck my life up like this!"; She went off on me, verbally and physically. I was lying on the ground with blood running down my arm from a cut when I said
"You are the worst mother I could ever ask for. I think I'd rather live with Michael Jackson than you! I hate you! You make my life a fucking hell! You don't care about me and I hate you! I hope you drop dead you good for nothing bitch fucker!"
"Excuse me!"
"Fuck you! Go to hell!"
"You little bitch!" She punched me again, over and over in various places on my body. I was thinking so many thoughts, that I didn't even realize it when I hit her back. I had slapped her across the face.
"What the fuck did you just do?" She barked
"Get a small taste of your own medicine. It's not pleasant is it? To have your own family member, let alone daughter hate you! Ever since Chris left you take everything out on me! I hate you for it and you hate me! Good!" I kicked her and she fell to the ground screaming at me. I left as soon as I cut her back.
I ran down the street, and saw my reflection in a puddle. I looked like hell had just eaten me and spit me back out. Bruises and cuts, scrapes and some blood everywhere on my face. I started feeling dizzy, so I kept running. Running for God knows what, a miracle? I learned a long time ago miracles never happened to someone like me. It started raining again as I ran into another part of town. I slowed down to a walk and my breathing was coming in quick gasps for breath as I cried me eyes out. I pulled my hair out of my face as I heard someone behind me.
"Hello? Who's there?" I asked, as I turned around, still gasping. No answer. I turned back around and in a few short seconds, someone slammed their hand over my mouth and drug me behind the store I was near.
I took my seat next to the empty science desk, Ryder was supposed to sit there, but I guess he was absent again, he liked being absent.
"Okay, take out a sheet of paper and copy the notes from the board"; Mr. Lenhart said. The door closed.
"Nice of you to join us, Ryder." I looked up. Wow, he came.
"Hey, what happened?" He whispered as I sat down. I started copying the notes as he moved some of his dark black hair from his eyes.
"My mom might not be allowed to be my legal guardian any more. If she fails her drug tests, which she will, which she forgot about because she was drunk when she read it, I have to be removed from her custody until she proves that she can be a good mother. Which will happen when she drops dead."
"I see, and your face?"
"She hit me, again"
"And your nose?"
"She punched me."
"Did you say anything."
"Yeah, that's why I was punched." I smiled "I'm glad she got a piece of my mind though. If I get punched for stating my opinion, so let it be."
"Where are you gonna go if...when your not under her care anymore?"
"I don't know why I hear voices when I shouldn't" Mr. Lenhart said. We quieted down
"I don't know, my brother said I could go there but I hate that place. Maybe I'll be adopted by a stranger that's really hot and we can have sex" I smiled
"What?!"
The class stared
"Ryder, I said it once already, be quiet"
"Oh, yeah, sorry";
"I'm just kidding" I looked at the board and started copying the notes again as I laughed a little.
The bell rang and it was still raining out. I started the walk home, by the time I was half way home the rain turned into more of a light mist falling from the clouds above my head. The coolness felt nice against my sweaty face.
I walked up the front steps, my mom wasn't home again. I was starting to get worried. Not for her but for me. What was going to happen to me? I didn't know but that thought lingered in my head and haunted me for a while.
A few days later I was sitting at home, it was Sunday. I was sitting at my window, waiting for Vincent to come around. I hadn't seen him in a few days. I knew he didn't leave, he didn't say good-bye.
I stared at the wall, wondering what I could see in the world after I was placed in another home. What would it be like not to live in fear? Not to live with having the shit beaten out of me every moment I opened my mouth. To live with rights. I pondered this as I heard the front door slam shut. And by slam I mean it sounded like that witch made the door fell from its hinges. I listened as she swore to herself and went to the fridge for her daily vodka bottle.
What was going on?
I crept downstairs
"What do you want?" She barked
"Nothing, um...what's wrong? You sound mad."
"And why are you so nosey? If you must know I failed the drug and alcohol test and they think we have living conditions that are 'un-fit for a growing teenager'. Bullshit that is."
"Am I going to a new home?"; I asked, feeling weary.
"Listen to me you bitch. You aren't leaving. You are my child. You will be until I let you go. Who will take care of your darling mother while you're gone? No one. Which is why you have to stay here, clean and cook as I grow old." She smiled and I felt my stomach turn. My hopes had just been shattered, like her bottles she threw against the wall in rage.
I went up to the room and started imagining Vincent's warm body next to mine. His arms around me. His breath on my neck as he spoke to me. I continued to lie on my bed, on my side, closing my eyes to get the full image and feeling. Him whispering things to me as I drifted off into a deep sleep.
The next day after I came home from school, I was actually pretty happy. I got my report card and I had 3 Bs and an A. I knew she wouldn't care, but it meant something to me. I walked home and was a few minutes late that day. I almost froze when I saw the car was actually in the driveway.
I ran back to the house and walked in as quietly as I could. No luck.
"Why are you late?"; She yelled. I tried to think of an excuse "Answer me!"
"I took a wrong turn a few roads back... " I said
"Yeah right!" She slapped me across the face. Great, it had started again.
"And guess what else!? Those damned people don't think I'm a good mother to you, and they are taking me away from you! You bitch! You probably went and told them you wanted a new mother and home! How dare you fuck my life up like this!"; She went off on me, verbally and physically. I was lying on the ground with blood running down my arm from a cut when I said
"You are the worst mother I could ever ask for. I think I'd rather live with Michael Jackson than you! I hate you! You make my life a fucking hell! You don't care about me and I hate you! I hope you drop dead you good for nothing bitch fucker!"
"Excuse me!"
"Fuck you! Go to hell!"
"You little bitch!" She punched me again, over and over in various places on my body. I was thinking so many thoughts, that I didn't even realize it when I hit her back. I had slapped her across the face.
"What the fuck did you just do?" She barked
"Get a small taste of your own medicine. It's not pleasant is it? To have your own family member, let alone daughter hate you! Ever since Chris left you take everything out on me! I hate you for it and you hate me! Good!" I kicked her and she fell to the ground screaming at me. I left as soon as I cut her back.
I ran down the street, and saw my reflection in a puddle. I looked like hell had just eaten me and spit me back out. Bruises and cuts, scrapes and some blood everywhere on my face. I started feeling dizzy, so I kept running. Running for God knows what, a miracle? I learned a long time ago miracles never happened to someone like me. It started raining again as I ran into another part of town. I slowed down to a walk and my breathing was coming in quick gasps for breath as I cried me eyes out. I pulled my hair out of my face as I heard someone behind me.
"Hello? Who's there?" I asked, as I turned around, still gasping. No answer. I turned back around and in a few short seconds, someone slammed their hand over my mouth and drug me behind the store I was near.
