I had begged them not to call her. I had cried and sobbed my heart out in the principles office begging them not to call my mom. They'd gone and done it anyway. I knew then how every moment from that second onwards would go. She came into the office looking presentable, hair tied back, make up done with her nice jeans on. She looked like she was worried about bills, work and her kids like any other mom. My mom however used to be an actress and this role she plays better than any other, as really, she was probably worried about when she could have her next drink. Every night I come home to her either passed out on the couch or drinking vodka like its water. But noone would ever suspect this looking at her earlier as she sat opposite my principle.
"... This is completely out of character for Scarlette, but rules are rules and abuse toward other students is not taken lightly here at St. James..." Principle Carter told her. She then took this as her cue to nod like she understood his point of view and then look at me sternly. "... We have decided that since this is her first offence she is suspended for the rest of the day, but will however be allowed to return tomorrow morning. If you would wait here we will just go and get the work that she'll be missing for her to take home and complete by tomorrow." My mother nodded politely and watched as the principle walked out of the door, the second the door had shut she turned to me, with eyes like daggers she glared at me. "You did this on purpose to get out of school so you could steal my booze, I know it, well just you wait till we get home you little bitch, you're going to wish you'd never stepped through the door." She sneered at me. I looked her in the eyes and muttered under my breath, "Don't worry, I do that every day anyway." Her head snapped round and I instantly regretted saying anything as my principle walked back in to the office.
My mom put on her fake polite face thanked the principle and we left, the whole time I was praying to god that I wouldn't be left alone with her. We exited the school, my mum in front and me lagging behind until we got to her car. It didn't even register straight away that she'd slapped me across the cheek until the stinging and the burning started, a feeling I was all to familiar with. I looked at the ground as she got in the car and rolled down the passenger window, "I expect you to be home when I get in to face your punishment." I stood and stared as the car pulled away, the tears prickling in my eyes as I turned to walk towards my truck.
I walked round a small red sports car to get to my truck and stopped in my tracks for a second then dropped my bag and ran toward my car. Written in big red letters across the hood of my car were the words 'Psycho bitch'. I let out a sob, got in the car and rested my head on the steering wheel. What did I do to deserve all this hatred and bullshit in my life?
I drove home listening to sad songs playing loudly through the stereo system and let myself sink into the numb depressed feeling I got everytime I thought about my life. I pulled into the driveway of the hellhole I called home and paused for a second to look at the rundown bungalow, with vines and plants growing up the sides. I jiggled the door handle to let myself in and shut the door behind me. The faint smell of alcohol and smoke hit me like a tonne of bricks. This was my life and I hated it. I walked to my room and slammed the door and broke down in tears as I collapsed onto the bed and sobbed myself slowly to sleep.
It must have been about half seven when I was woken by my mom slamming the door. I could hear her moving towards my room, and out of instinct I jumped out of bed. The door flew open and she stumbled in holding a half empty bottle of Jack Daniels. Drunk.
"I came home today and you know what I wanted to do? Sit down and have a drink, but did I get to do that? Hey? Did I?" She stepped into my room and pushed me with the hand holding the bottle, "No, instead I got a phone call from you're school, basically confirming what I've known all along, that for the last 17 years I've been raising a screw up," she pushed me harder so I fell on to the floor, "You know what that screw up did today? She physically attacked someone for no good reason!" Her voice was getting louder and louder and suddenly her foot connected with my diaphragm and an ache spread through my stomach as she winded me. And again. And again. I forced myself to go numb and not listen to the abuse that was being screamed at me. After what felt like an eternity the mindless beating stopped and she walked out to go and collapse on the couch. I lay there for a bit to let the pain in my stomach ease slightly. I got up and walked to my bathroom to splash cold water on my face, I gripped onto the sink and took deep breaths in and out, swearing that one day things would change, I didn't know just how soon that was actually going to happen though...

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