A beautiful storm *COMPLETE*

Unfortunate circumstances

I was awoken by the intense creaking of a bed from the other room and screaming. “F**k me harder baby. That’s right. Right there. Oh my god. Yes. Peter.” I covered my head with a pillow trying to drown out the noise. I swear, my mother knew I was just down the hall, but she managed to make sure I heard every time she was getting some. I looked at the clock. 5:30 am. I only have an hour left before I’ve got to get up for school. “Thanks a lot mother” I mumbled into my pillow. She must be “apologizing” to f**k boy so that he will give her that high she so desperately needs. I’ve noticed that my mother is an amazing actor when she wants something. I close my eyes, trying to focus on anything but her moans from the other room. They finally stop and I’m able to finally get back to sleep.

BEEP. BEEP. BEEP.

I open my eyes slightly, being blinded by the rising sun peeking through my window. I must have snoozed my alarm twice because it’s now 7:00 am. Sh*t. There’s no way I’m catching the bus. I rush as fast as I can out of my room, only to bump into someone. “Sorry mom” I mumble, not looking up. My chin is tipped up slowly and I’m faced with piercing blue eyes. Peter. “No worries Madeline, you look like you’re in a hurry.” he questioned. “I snoozed my alarm and am running late for school. If you’ll excuse me, I need to get ready.” He moved out of my way and I rushed into the bathroom, locking the door behind me. I quickly threw my clothes on, brushed my teeth, and put my hair in a messy bun. I looked in the mirror, promising myself that once I was on my own, I’d take better care of my appearance. Right now, that didn’t matter. I rushed out of the bathroom to grab my backpack and head out the door, when a strong hand caught my arm. I looked up, irritated. “Let me drive you. You’ll be late if you walk all the way there.” he smiled. I glance over at the clock realizing that he’s right, I’ve got only twenty minutes to walk 5 miles. “Thanks, I’d appreciate that. I don’t want to be late in my last few weeks.” He only nodded, grabbing his keys and heading out to his newer model BMW. I dreadfully walked out to the car, wishing in that moment that I hadn’t snoozed my alarm. Not only was I going to miss breakfast, but I was stuck in the car with this moron. Let’s just hope he drives quickly.

I climbed into the passenger seat as he turned the key into the ignition, causing the engine to roar to life. I fastened my seatbelt and looked out the window, pretending to not notice him glancing over at me. The first few minutes of the ride were pretty quiet, which I was thankful for. Everything about f**k boy gave me a bad vibe. First of all, he was a drug dealer, second, he was overly possessive of my mom. He came into this knowing that she was not only an addict, but that she was also a p********e. Finally, the way he looked at me. His gaze on me gave me goosebumps, and not in a good way. It’s like he is mentally f**king me. Undressing me with his eyes. It was repulsive. I know that he’s only a few years older than me, but I’m still technically a minor and he’s still banging my mom. Not to mention the laundry list of other things that make him a disgusting human being. “So, how’s school going, besides the bullying?” he asked, emphasizing the word bullying. Mom apparently wasn’t as forgiven as she probably thought. “Fine. I’m making straight A’s.” I tried to keep my responses short. Maybe he’d realize that I didn’t have any interest in talking to him. “You got any boyfriends?” he asked. I turned to him, scrunching up my face and trying to mask my irritation with the question. “No, I'm not interested in anything other than graduating right now.” He smiled, taking his hand off the wheel and placing it on my knee. “Good, you should focus on school.” he grinned, squeezing my knee. I scooted as close to my door as possible, digging my nails into my palms tightly. They’d probably leave bruises this time. He quickly removed his hand from my knee and continued driving quietly. The school came into view and I breathed a sigh of relief. He pulled up to the doors. I jumped out of the car as quickly as possible. He rolled down the window, yelling out to me “Hope you have a beautiful day, Madeline.” He smiled and sped off. I felt sick to my stomach. I plan to avoid him as much as I can for the next few weeks.

The day dragged on slowly. I had to make it through this week, then exams, and finally, graduation. I had a hard time paying attention today. My mind kept traveling to my plan. I wouldn’t necessarily say that I’m scared to leave, but definitely nervous. I needed to find my birth certificate, social card, and any important documents related to who I am. I plan to have a backpack prepared by the end of the week. I just hoped my mother would still have everything that I needed. I was lost in thought when I heard “Earth to Madeline.” I snapped out of it, looking up, and seeing my Lit teacher approaching me. I smiled, trying to hide my embarrassment. “Could you see me after class please?” he asked. I could feel the eyes of some of my classmates, obviously hearing Mr. Cline’s question. Great. One more thing I have to stress about. The end of class came quickly and I hovered around my desk waiting for the other students to leave. Once the room was cleared, I nervously walked over to Mr. Clines desk. “You wanted to see me sir?” He looked up and gave me a sad smile. “I just wanted to check on you. You’ve been increasingly distant in class, daydreaming a lot, and I believe that you’ve fallen asleep three times in the last two weeks.” Well, I didn’t think Mr. Cline paid attention that closely, but I suppose I was wrong. I clenched my jaw, thinking about the reasons that I was so distant and exhausted. Instead of the full truth, I decided on a white lie. “I’m sorry sir. It’s been a rough few weeks at home. I will make sure that I do not let this affect my schooling moving forward.” He gave me a sad smile. “I’m sorry to hear things are rough at home. You know the school counselor is available if you need her.” My mother engraved into my brain long ago that if I talked, they’d take me away. Taking me away meant worse that what I endured now. I just smiled “Thanks, I will keep that in mind.” He just nodded “You can head to your next class.” I exited his room quickly, realizing that I’m not as invisible as I once thought.

I rode the bus home, as the weather had quickly turned from a beautiful sunny morning to a dreary, stormy day. Sounded like my life. Wake up one day smelling the roses, only for them to die before the evening. I sighed, focusing on the drops falling down my window. I saw my house slowly approaching. F*ck boys car wasn’t in the driveway and neither was my moms. This is my chance to get my documents together. I hurried off the bus and into the house. The rain had soaked me, but I had no time to strip out of them. I quickly checked the house, making sure it was truly empty. I rushed into my mother’s room, checking for her box of important things. Her room was a disaster, so this was going to be difficult. I rushed to the closet, looking up on the higher shelves. Nothing. I opened each dresser drawer, nothing but a bunch of smut. Gross. I grabbed a shirt, pushing everything aside to look beyond it. Making a mental note to wash my hands about a hundred times after this. That was a waste of time. Last ditch effort. I lifted her duvet and peeked under the bed. BINGO. There was the old, worn out box with everything important pertaining to myself. I popped the lid, quickly searching the contents. Thankfully, everything that I needed was in here. I quickly stashed it in my shirt, hoping the dampness from my hoodie wouldn’t seep into the documents. I heard a car door slam outside. Sh*t. I closed the lid, replacing the box under the bed, and rushed out of the room. I quickly shut my door as the front door of the house opened. I needed to hide these quickly. I pulled them out, noticing that the corners had started to damp. I quickly shoved them into my textbook and into my backpack. My door swung open and in walked my mother with f**k boy behind her. “Honey, get ready, we’re going out for dinner tonight!” she chirped. She closed my door, leaving me confused. We hadn’t gone out for dinner in three years. I breathed a sigh of relief. I did it. I would be out of here before I knew it.