Your Worst Enemy

Chapter One

"Child, get out that damn bed right now!" I heard my dad shout towards my room door. I hurriedly got up and ran to the bathroom. I tried to turn the lock but to avail; someone had beaten me to it. That someone being my annoying younger sister. I sighed and went back to my room.

"Child, didn't I tell you to get out that damn bed!?" I heard him say again. He was closer now.

"Dad, my name is not child. It's -" 

Before I could finish my sentence, my dad pushed his head through my door, "Say that again and see if you have any teeth for school." 

The worst thing was I knew he meant every word. My father's temper often times took over his better judgment and whenever he got angry, I was automatically his punching bag. Despite him treating me so awful I was desperately trying to feel loved by him. I would do anything just to have him share the love he had for me sister with me. But I knew that wouldn't happen any time soon, so I needed to move on -- it's for my own good after all.

"Alex, I'm done with the bathroom. Better go in before dad comes back upstairs." She laughed mockingly. 

My sister, Danielle, was the star of the house. She was the one who got everything, she has never felt any of the pain I have felt since I have been born in this household. As her saw her retreating back walking away from my room, I wondered why my dad decided I was the chosen one to endure all this suffering at the hands of someone who should have loved me. 

I jumped off my bed and ran into the bathroom. It took me only 15 minutes to shower and get dressed. I then went downstairs where my mom was making breakfast. I grabbed my breakfast, lunch money and bag then, left for my place of peace and solitude. It was the most wonderful feeling to leave my family behind. I never tell the few friends I have about what goes on at my house. How my mom and dad treat me, I tell a bunch of lies instead. I arrived at the bus stop and through the midst of all the eager children waiting, I saw my best friend. Brittany has been the only constant thing in my life -- apart from my dad's wonderful treatment -- that could bring me joy. We have been best friends since the fifth grade and that honestly, that was the best decision I have made. 

"Hey, Brit."

"Hey, Alex. So, anything happened with your dad this morning?" she asked. 

She did that every morning before we got on the bus, Brit was the only one who knew about what I go through at home -- she was the only person I trusted that much. I smiled at her and shook my head. She seemed pleased with my answer. The bus finally came, and we hopped on and sat near the middle. In about 30 minutes we were walking through the gates of our school, West Wood High School for Girls. Though this was quite redundant since the All-Boys section of the school was literally right next to the girls. My mom thought it was a good idea to send me to an all-girls school because she was scared, I would get a boyfriend and have sex. Like I'm as stupid as her.  My mom had me at a young age and I was trying hard not to follow in her footsteps. Don't get me wrong, teen moms are really strong, but I can barely take care of myself. I would not bring a child into this world until I was ready; financially and mentally able to shower that baby with all my love. Frankly, I don't even want to know why she slept around with my dad because I bet right now, he got AIDS. If dysfunctional relationship were two persons, it would be my parents. Sometimes I wish my mother gave me up for adoption. It wasn't as if they wanted me around anyways. One day I'm going to make my dad pay for putting me through torture but for now I have to go to my first class, Biology.  I snapped back to reality when my other friend, Cristina, walked up to us.

"Hey guys, what's up? We should do something fun after school. Alex, you never spend time with us. Always rushing home."

If only you knew why.

I ignored her as we continued walking to class. Christina's idea of fun always involved boys, sex and drugs anyways. I didn't see the fun in not remembering who I hooked up with the previous night before. I wish Christina would make better choices and stopped allowing these stupid, ignorant people to have the image that she was a slut in their minds. Not because a girl has sex a lot makes her a slut. Maybe she just liked sex, what's so wrong with that? Christina was a sweet girl, and she didn't deserve the way people talked about her. Though, she didn't seem to care since she basically spread her sexual affairs like wildfire -- maybe she liked the attention she got. Even if it was bad sometimes. 

I spent the rest of my class time in my own world and the first half of the day passed in a blur. 

Ring! Ring! The lunch bell went off; my Spanish teacher immediately woke up and dismissed us. Lazy ass, I thought. I ran to the cafeteria and sat beside my friends.

"So, Alex, coming with us over to all boys' school?" Cristina asked. 

She knew what my answer was, it was the same every time, hell NO! I sighed then thought, maybe I should go just a change.

"Sure." She looked shocked, Brit looked at me with fear and I just shrugged. 

I knew how this was going to end up- Dad was going to kill me if I was home late. Especially if he the reason I was late. But maybe today he would be different. I laughed at my stupid idea; my father was ruthless he would never ever be sympathetic towards me of all people. But today i was going to take a chance, I am going to see those cute boys my friends are always gushing about. Besides, what could possibly go wrong? 

Bad choice Alex. Saying those words never led to a good ending.