el's

e up from the airport. He hasn't said a word, just leads me to wh

verg

or less if I fucked up and lan

nds for the garbage that had come out of his mouth and walked out of the party, getting into my car and drivi

out of high school. I didn't take drugs, but nobody would've guessed that I didn't or why, until that fateful day in October when my mother, awa

them. My

ew, they d

ith their screams. Didn't care when their kid wasn't doing well at school, just

of my life when I was ten and left her in full custody of me, only bothering to see me when he wanted. And then he'd left Los Angeles all together when I was fifteen, our only mode of communic

t me. Paraded me on her arm like a new shiny toy when she needed me, bu

become a decent person. Not that I r

nsion that will be become my house for the next six months. Not home. Never home. Home was with th

as settin

blue eyes watching me as I fucked someone else into oblivion. It reminded

ia H

e all night. Even when she'd stumbled into the music room, a trap I'd set for my fat

ca Miles. In all of the pictures, which weren't many, her hair was up–Ponytail, chignon, messy bun– and her smile was cautious, not as carefree and expressive as her

unsettled. I wanted to know what she thought of me. I wanted to know how I must've looked in her eyes. I wanted her to look her fill and tell me what she saw. I hated that she'd made me think so

ter and s

wrong in

uggage as my father showed me around the house and up th

d an accompanying stool. A large flat screen television beside it and a four poster bed facing the large

n the walls. Be

door, his arms crossed, apprehension on his face. He's worried. Not abou

isappoint

he had yet to comment on my piercings and I hadn't hesitated

hen I spoke his native tongue. Our native tongue which h

will just say this. Six months, Angel. Just six months and you'll be able to do whatever you want with your life. You're eighteen, an adult but barely lega

, your ne

hate me." Oh, thank God. "But they have done nothing wrong.

, mirroring hi

o you want

that if in the end, you do de

in the cards for people like me,

"Angel, it was a harsh thing to say about

e as unhapp

ooking around the room. "My accounts

after six

I supposed

your mother you were too young to be introduced to her world but–" H

'd be penniless in a strange town, going to high school and begging my f

et, surely you'd l

til he adds "You'll need it for whatev

empt to try to guilt trip him but the both of us knew why I hated school

es to find the words "–peculiarities. Plus you'll have you

junior. She'd be in senior year now. More than anything, I didn't want her knowing about my peculi

r about it." My po

ebrows "So how d

you have to. I will try to

me again. I knew a good girl when I saw one and

ide the mischievous

ady in a bit. I will send someone to get you when it is time." I open my mouth to object. "We

oothly. "I just wanted to let you kn

t th

with paint fo

uld you like t

willingly touched paint. To my came

roo