Behind my parents back I paid for it myself. The next day I went and got my German Shepard. That night I decided that I was not sad that they were leaving me. I felt bad about this one I knew how much that couch meant to her. “ALIENA NATALIE PRINCETON!! What have you done to my couch?!?” I then walked up to my room.Ībout five seconds later I heard my mother screaming my name! I took it from her and walked back into the kitchen, and put it back. I was getting back at them for seventeen years of torture. I knew I was going to feel bad about saying that later, but I was very angry. You buy crappy food, what do you expect?” I shot back. “Young lady! What has gotten into you?” She growled. She practically galloped over, and took it from my hands. My mother happened to see me as I walked past. I then dared to go walk past my parent’s room while spraying it into my mouth. I then proceeded to spray it into my mouth. I went into the kitchen and snatched the whipped cream from the fridge. I wouldn’t see them until around next year, and during that year they were no longer my parents. They were leaving, they couldn’t ground me, and they didn’t have any leverage on me anymore. I heard my mother and father screaming at each other in their room.Īpparently they didn’t hear my car start up, nor see the huge blood stain on their new couch.īut whether they heard my car or see the bloodstain didn’t matter to me anymore. I drove into the garage, parked my car, and walked through my front door. I sped to the bank, withdrew two thousand dollars. When I got into my room, I jumped out of my window and started up my car. “I’m going to bed.” I quickly ran up the stairs. They were going to make up for leaving me, by giving me a dog!!!!! I was happy for about five seconds, then I was frious. “A dog?” I was absolutely amazed! They never let me have a dog, I had been asking for one every Christmas and every birthday sense I was five. “Tomorrow, you, your father, and I will go pick out a German Shepard for you.” My mother cut in. I was praying to god it would not be my grandmother. Couldn’t they see that this was wrong to leave me by myself? “But it is! I’m seventeen! You both can’t leave!” I didn’t know what to say. I thought that at the age of seventeen you would have grasped that concept.” He replied darkly. “It is not our choice young lady, do not scream at us. “Both of you? How can they do that? That makes-” I was like her in that respect, I denied all emotion. “Me and you father are going to be…deployed.” She answered coldly, but I knew that she was just masking the pain. They both immediately clamed down at once, and gave me an apathetic look. I cut her off by asking, “What is ‘Not that bad of news’?” ![]() It is not that bad of news.” He said calmly. My mother then whipped around and yelled at him. “What is that smell, Aliena?” My mother demanded. My father was following her with a grin spread across his face. I gave that up and threw it away, including the pans.Īs I took my first bite, my mother stormed into the house. After an hour of frustration, I finally managed to concoct some burnt noodles, and some disgusting red sauce. I got up and limped into the kitchen to attempt to make dinner. ![]() When I finally stopped my face was all dried out, and I had a massive head ach. I felt so useless, something I had never felt before.įor the first time in a long time, I sat down and cried until it hurt. I then wiped the blood that was rolling down my leg. I hobbled into the bathroom, and ripped off my bloody bandage. I knew that they were going to give me a Marines version of hell tonight. I looked down at my leg, and to my horror, blood had leaked through my bandage onto my mother’s new couch! There was a huge bloodstain on it! My heart sank into my stomach. I plopped down on my couch in my massive, family room. I didn’t even bother trying to contact my mother she always had it on silent. I dialed my fathers cell number, the voicemail answered. I quickly ran inside, and grabbed the phone. As I opened the garage I also noticed that my mothers car was not in the driveway either. But I was not worried him being late was not unusual. As I was driving home I noticed that my fathers car was not in the driveway.
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