Once we arrived at my house, I hopped out before even looking his way. I walked around to the back of the car and opened the heavy trunk door, when I felt his gaze on me. He was watching me from the rearview mirror. A huge grin spread across his face as I bent forward to retrieve my things, showing my cleavage. He was such a perve sometimes, but he was my perve.
I heard the car door open and immediately after, I felt his hands around my waist. He whispered into my ear, "I love you babe. You did amazing up there. Let me know as soon as you find out." He ran his fingers over the front of me, tracing circles around my protruding hipbones, making their way up and against my breasts before grasping my shoulders and spinning me around to kiss me. He was so romantic it hurt.
Our lips separated so I could respond, "Thank you Liam. I love you too baby. I'll talk to you tonight." We both reached to close the trunk door, and I walked up my driveway and into my house.
As I walked inside, the first thing my mom asks is "I thought you were with Chelsea?" with a worried look on her face. God damnit. "Yeah mom, I was, and then Liam came to my audition and drove me home." I guess I wasn't as bad of an actor as I thought I was.
"Oh, well as long as you're safe and not pregnant, I'm fine," she said, sitting down in chair, and taking in a huge overdramatic breathe to show her relief. My mom and I used to be close when I was much younger, but then everything happened.
My parents met in college, probably partying together in some club. My dad grew up in Miami, while my mom grew up in the tiny town that we live in now. Why she chose to stay here, I have no clue, but I guess I should be grateful because I met Liam. Anyways, while dating, they both became more involved with drugs than they were before, and together they were unstoppable. But then, after graduating and a year or so of their relationship, my mom became pregnant with me, and she decided that she needed to clean up her act.
They had to get married right away, even though they weren't in love anymore. They did it for me, which is something that I've always felt guilty about. It wasn't a big wedding, just a couple friends and family in a nice church with a pretty dress, and that was the extent of it. My mom has always talked to me about how she wanted a big wedding, to feel like she was a princess, but that she's perfectly happy with what she had. But, I can't help but feel like it was always my fault. Because of me, she never got to have the perfect moment with someone she loved, she had to settle for the cheapest version of a fairy tale they could find.
I was a perfect baby, or so I've been told. I didn't cry a lot, I never whined, I was just always happy. When I was able to go to preschool, my mom became a teacher and my dad went back to work for some company that made landscaping equipment. We were a close family. Saturday's were designated to doing activities all together and Wednesday was game night. My parents were fine, they had a couple beers and liked to go to concerts and hang out with friends, and as a child, it was never something I was concerned about.
But, when I turned 6, everything changed. My parents started using again. At first, I was oblivious to it, because what 6 year-old knows the affects of drugs? But as I became older and older, it got worse and worse. My mom would pass out in random places like on the computer or in the bathroom, and my dad wouldn't come home for days at a time. I always made up excuses for it, but deep inside I would know that it wasn't normal for these things to happen.
And then, one day in 3rd grade, my parents were both extremely messed up, and got into a really bad fight. My mom cut my dad with scissors in attempts to kill him, and they began to chase me through our entire house, screaming at me "WHO'S YOUR FAVORITE PARENT?" because they were intending to kill the other one. Yes, it was tramatizing, and yes, I think about this everyday, but I try not to let it get to me. Anyways, they eventually chased me into a room with a phone, and I called the police.
Chapter 4
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