Bad Behavior

Chapter 1

Hey Guys Sorry That I Unpublished These chapters again its just that i realized how much stuff i have wrong and unorganized in this book but it will be better i promise so you know bare with me please. ~Teleya

May 17,2010

11:16 p.m

-Merae Rashell Moore

I was getting ready for bed when I heard my mom and step dad fighting. I was used to it but this time it was very heated. My mother was yelling at the top of her lungs. Seems like all hell was breaking loose. I tip-toed down the steps and stopped at the last one near the bottom and watched.

"Why were you so late?! Your job doesn't last that long!" my mom screamed.
"I was handling something" my step-dad said calmly.
"Stop lying Anthony and tell me the truth!" My mother yelled sternly.
"I am." He said nonchalantly
"Look me in the eye and tell me you were at work" she glared at Anthony as he looked at my mother then looked down."I was work- you know what i don't have to explain anything to you i'm the one who pays bills in here and support you and your daughter."
"Get out of my house now and don't come back!" My mother yelled at him.
"Your house? If it wasn't for my job, you and your daughter would still be living in the dumps!" My step-dad yelled back.
"Anthony get out. Get out. Get out!"
"No, you get out and take your daughter with you."

When he said that my heart shattered. He was kicking us out. I did nothing wrong. Why would he want me to leave? He treated me like I was his own child, and now he want me gone.

Silence filled the room. The only thing I could here was the clock ticking. After several minutes of the silence I heard my mom say something.

"Okay fine....I'm not coming back"

Dad please don't make us leave.

".......leave."

I literally lost it when he said that. I stepped off the last stair crying my eyes out.

"What...no we cant leave"
"Go back to your room Merae" my mother said.
"No, not until you work this out. I don't wanna leave".
"Merae go to your room like your mother said. " Anthony told me, but I stayed there.
"No. Why is it that every time you two argue and I come around its always go to your room. Why can't we all have a conversation. If the outcome is good, it will have an effect on me and if the outcome is bad, its still going to have an effect on me."
"Your 12 years old you can't do anything about this" Anthony told me.

Thats when I snapped. I couldn't take it anymore.

"Just because I'm 12 doesn't mean anything. I'm still a human being with feelings. I try my best to help fix this but you two just talk down on me. Why do you do that?"
"Honey we dont talk down on you, we just know you aren't capable of handling situations like this" My mother said looking at me with sorry eyes.
"Thats bull and yall know its bull.
"Don't talk to your mother like that Merae." My step-dad said sharply.
"Whatever Anthony....you know what you can continue your conversation that I can't handle. I'm leaving. "
"Where do you think you're going to go?" Anthony asked annoyed.
I chuckled lowly and looked at him.
"Somewhere you're aren't."
"Merae go to your room right now" my mother said as she looked at me with tear filled eyes.
"No mom I'm leaving. You should too, isn't that what Anthony said. We wouldn't want to upset him....again"

Tears rolled down my mother's face, but the feeling of sadness I used to get when she cried was gone. I couldn't feel it at all. I didn't even care about what would happen between her and Anthony at this point. After several minutes of her and Anthony looking at me, I went upstairs to my room and dressed in some joggers and a hoodie. I slipped on some shoes and grabbed my phone. I went in the closest to find a gym bag and threw some outfits and toiletries in it. I ran back downstairs with all my things.

"I'll be back probably don't wait up"
With that said, I walked out the door not caring that my mother was calling my name. Not caring if she might call the police. Not caring if she followed me. Not caring if she would worry about me. Since she and Anthony think I'm not capable of handling adult-like situations.... I'll just show them.

Let the Bad Behavior begin.