Give Me Something That's Real Again.
I
"Fuck you mom! I'll never have to deal with your shit again. I changed my number, and I'm moving far, far away. Goodbye, and good riddance."
I've waited to speak those words for years. I'm finally free from my mother's authority and craziness. She never treated me like a daughter; more like a personal slave. Until last year, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere without her supervision. She was convinced that by the time I was 13 I would just go out to get drunk, party, and have sex. I can't say she was wrong, tho. From the time I was 12, I smoked cigarettes. The only reason I tried them was out of curiosity. My dad set his in the ash tray and went to the bathroom. I thought, what the hell, why not take a drag or two? I ended up smoking the whole thing. He never noticed that I smoked it tho, because he was in the bathroom for twenty minutes sniffing up the white shit.
My dad was always strung out on drugs or drunk. Or both. I still don't know what attracted my mother to him. She's the type of woman who thinks she's better than everyone else. She has money from her father's death, and inherited his 2 billion dollar fortune. (He was the creator of Poptarts, weird huh?) Her image is really the only thing that matters to her. My dad raped me when I was 13, and she really didn't give a shit when I told her. So, I told my teacher and she called the police. I was almost taken away from my mother, but I lied and said she never knew. I didn't want to be tossed around between foster homes, even if my mom was a shitty parent. At least I get what I want. The only time we ever get along is when I ask her to go shopping. She just gives me one of her many credit cards and lets me go crazy.
I can hear my mom start to cry as I walk down to my black Audi R8 Spyder (bought by her of course), but I really don't feel bad at all. I've given her so many chances to be a mother to me, but she just cares about herself so I should be doing her a favor by leaving, right? She can fully focus on herself instead of worrying about me, I guess. She doesn't have to worry about giving me money anymore. I get some of the money from my grandpap, and my dad's child support goes directly to me. That gives me about $3500 a month between the two. Not to bad, eh? As I get in the car, my phone starts ringing. It's Lily.
"Hey babe, I did it! We're finally free!"
"Ohmygod, i'm so excited. Go get some Starbucks, i'll pay for both of ours when you get here. I have everything packed and ready. Do you?"
"Yep, everything's in the Spyder. I'll be over in a few. Kisses."
"Kisses."
It takes about 5 minutes to get to Starbucks, thanks to my skillful driving. I absolutely love having a fast car. I can't stand how slow some people drive. I order a Mocha Frapp for myself and a Caramel Machiatto for Lily. We always get the same thing no matter what. As I'm leaving, some asshole runs into me and makes me spill the drinks all over the place. Luckily, there's only a little bit of whipped cream on my shirt, but I can't say the same for the guy. I look up and see the most beautiful face I
have ever seen. He has chocolate brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. Even though I just spilled shit all over him, he has a huge smile on his face.
"I'm so sorry. Let me help. What's your name?"
"Kenadee, but you can call me Kena."
"That's a beautiful name. Mine is Austin."
He goes to grab some napkins, and I follow him. He carefully wipes the whipped cream off of the hem of my shirt. He (i think accidently) touches my hip, which makes me shudder. God, I moan way too easily. He giggles, and touches my hip again. It makes a soft moan escape my throat, and my cheeks start burning. So. Embarrassing.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" That just made my cheeks light up an even brighter red.
"You're so cute when you're blushing. Where are you from and why have I never seen your beautiful face before?"
"I'm from around here. I actually just moved out of my mom's house today, and I'm moving in with my friend Lily. We're just going 20 minutes from here, but I told my mom that we're moving out of state." Was that too much information... crap, he probably thinks I'm weird as fuck. Just telling my
life story to someone I just met and spilled coffee all over.
"That's awesome, I live about 10 minutes from here. Right on the beach. You should come hang out sometime. How about today?" Butterflies. So many butterflies.
"Well, I have to unpack and set up the house today, so maybe sometime later this week?"
"I'm free all week. You need a guy's help? I'm sure a little girl like you can't move furniture."
Oh my god, why did he want to hang out with me so bad? I'm really not that great, and he's fucking perfect. Of course, I say yes and give him the address to our new house. I decide to tell him to come over in an hour so I have time to actually look decent. I forgot to mention that I look like complete ass right now. My hair's in a loose messy bun, and I'm wearing a sweatpants and a t-shirt. I guess I don't look too bad. My shirt hugs my curves and shows the tattoos on my arm and just barely shows the top of my chest piece. Maybe that's why he wanted to hang out. Maybe he just wanted to have sex with me. I'm perfectly okay with that tho. We exchange a hug and I leave with my two coffees, that he paid for. Awesome.
I sped to Lily's house and picked her up. I ran into the house and hurried into the bathroom. Luckily, my straightener and my makeup is on the top of my purse, so I don't have to search through all of my bags.
"Why the fuck are you rushing around?" Lily asked, sounding kind of annoyed.
"I met someone at the coffee shop, and he's coming over in less than an hour to help us move in. He's fucking gorgeous as fuck."
"Okay, okay, calm down. I'll straighten your hair, you do your your makeup. Is this just a hump and dump, or is this for real?" I love how good Lily knows me. Usually the drill is, I just have sex with a guy once and it's over. I only had one real relationship, and even though, it only lasted 2 months. That probably doesn't even count as a real relationship, but to me it does.
"I don't know. I mean, I'd love to have a good relationship. I'm tired of just having sex with people. It makes me feel so disgusting. I'll just go with the flow and see what happens. I'll let him control what happens between us. I really don't know what his intentions are, but I'm determined to find out."
As soon as I put my mascara down, the doorbell rang. Here comes the butterflies again.
I've waited to speak those words for years. I'm finally free from my mother's authority and craziness. She never treated me like a daughter; more like a personal slave. Until last year, I wasn't allowed to go anywhere without her supervision. She was convinced that by the time I was 13 I would just go out to get drunk, party, and have sex. I can't say she was wrong, tho. From the time I was 12, I smoked cigarettes. The only reason I tried them was out of curiosity. My dad set his in the ash tray and went to the bathroom. I thought, what the hell, why not take a drag or two? I ended up smoking the whole thing. He never noticed that I smoked it tho, because he was in the bathroom for twenty minutes sniffing up the white shit.
My dad was always strung out on drugs or drunk. Or both. I still don't know what attracted my mother to him. She's the type of woman who thinks she's better than everyone else. She has money from her father's death, and inherited his 2 billion dollar fortune. (He was the creator of Poptarts, weird huh?) Her image is really the only thing that matters to her. My dad raped me when I was 13, and she really didn't give a shit when I told her. So, I told my teacher and she called the police. I was almost taken away from my mother, but I lied and said she never knew. I didn't want to be tossed around between foster homes, even if my mom was a shitty parent. At least I get what I want. The only time we ever get along is when I ask her to go shopping. She just gives me one of her many credit cards and lets me go crazy.
I can hear my mom start to cry as I walk down to my black Audi R8 Spyder (bought by her of course), but I really don't feel bad at all. I've given her so many chances to be a mother to me, but she just cares about herself so I should be doing her a favor by leaving, right? She can fully focus on herself instead of worrying about me, I guess. She doesn't have to worry about giving me money anymore. I get some of the money from my grandpap, and my dad's child support goes directly to me. That gives me about $3500 a month between the two. Not to bad, eh? As I get in the car, my phone starts ringing. It's Lily.
"Hey babe, I did it! We're finally free!"
"Ohmygod, i'm so excited. Go get some Starbucks, i'll pay for both of ours when you get here. I have everything packed and ready. Do you?"
"Yep, everything's in the Spyder. I'll be over in a few. Kisses."
"Kisses."
It takes about 5 minutes to get to Starbucks, thanks to my skillful driving. I absolutely love having a fast car. I can't stand how slow some people drive. I order a Mocha Frapp for myself and a Caramel Machiatto for Lily. We always get the same thing no matter what. As I'm leaving, some asshole runs into me and makes me spill the drinks all over the place. Luckily, there's only a little bit of whipped cream on my shirt, but I can't say the same for the guy. I look up and see the most beautiful face I
have ever seen. He has chocolate brown hair and gorgeous brown eyes. Even though I just spilled shit all over him, he has a huge smile on his face.
"I'm so sorry. Let me help. What's your name?"
"Kenadee, but you can call me Kena."
"That's a beautiful name. Mine is Austin."
He goes to grab some napkins, and I follow him. He carefully wipes the whipped cream off of the hem of my shirt. He (i think accidently) touches my hip, which makes me shudder. God, I moan way too easily. He giggles, and touches my hip again. It makes a soft moan escape my throat, and my cheeks start burning. So. Embarrassing.
"Sensitive, aren't you?" That just made my cheeks light up an even brighter red.
"You're so cute when you're blushing. Where are you from and why have I never seen your beautiful face before?"
"I'm from around here. I actually just moved out of my mom's house today, and I'm moving in with my friend Lily. We're just going 20 minutes from here, but I told my mom that we're moving out of state." Was that too much information... crap, he probably thinks I'm weird as fuck. Just telling my
life story to someone I just met and spilled coffee all over.
"That's awesome, I live about 10 minutes from here. Right on the beach. You should come hang out sometime. How about today?" Butterflies. So many butterflies.
"Well, I have to unpack and set up the house today, so maybe sometime later this week?"
"I'm free all week. You need a guy's help? I'm sure a little girl like you can't move furniture."
Oh my god, why did he want to hang out with me so bad? I'm really not that great, and he's fucking perfect. Of course, I say yes and give him the address to our new house. I decide to tell him to come over in an hour so I have time to actually look decent. I forgot to mention that I look like complete ass right now. My hair's in a loose messy bun, and I'm wearing a sweatpants and a t-shirt. I guess I don't look too bad. My shirt hugs my curves and shows the tattoos on my arm and just barely shows the top of my chest piece. Maybe that's why he wanted to hang out. Maybe he just wanted to have sex with me. I'm perfectly okay with that tho. We exchange a hug and I leave with my two coffees, that he paid for. Awesome.
I sped to Lily's house and picked her up. I ran into the house and hurried into the bathroom. Luckily, my straightener and my makeup is on the top of my purse, so I don't have to search through all of my bags.
"Why the fuck are you rushing around?" Lily asked, sounding kind of annoyed.
"I met someone at the coffee shop, and he's coming over in less than an hour to help us move in. He's fucking gorgeous as fuck."
"Okay, okay, calm down. I'll straighten your hair, you do your your makeup. Is this just a hump and dump, or is this for real?" I love how good Lily knows me. Usually the drill is, I just have sex with a guy once and it's over. I only had one real relationship, and even though, it only lasted 2 months. That probably doesn't even count as a real relationship, but to me it does.
"I don't know. I mean, I'd love to have a good relationship. I'm tired of just having sex with people. It makes me feel so disgusting. I'll just go with the flow and see what happens. I'll let him control what happens between us. I really don't know what his intentions are, but I'm determined to find out."
As soon as I put my mascara down, the doorbell rang. Here comes the butterflies again.
11/15/13