I thought I was going insane the second I heard my mother's voice. Maybe I was. Or maybe I was just hoping I was dreaming it, or imagining it. Unfortunately it wasn't a dream nor was it my imagination. I didn't even hear the door open.
I was mad, mad at my mother for not knocking before walking in. I was mad at myself for letting Harry come over. And I was mad at Harry, for making so much noise.
I pulled away from Harry in shock, my face immediately flushing bright red. I could feel myself heating up. We got caught.
"M-mother, I-I.. um.. I-it's not what it l-looks like." I stammer, standing up.
"Mrs. Coleman! Pleasure to see you on this lovely evening! How have you been?" Harry cuts in, clapping his hands together and moves in front of me. He has a bright smile plastered on his face.
What's he doing?!
He's only making it worse!
My mother rolls her eyes, "Luciana April Coleman." Oh god, I know when she says my full name, I'm in trouble. Big trouble, "Can I have a word with you, please?" she doesn't sound calm. I feel like the second we're out of my room, she's going to explode.
"Yes." I sigh and follow her out my bedroom door.
"Luciana, what on earth do you think you're doing with that man?!" she spits in anger, "He's 25 for heaven's sake! And he's your boyfriend?! Do you think he loves you?! He's a pedophile! Of course he doesn't love you. I didn't raise you like this! Like a, like a whore! You disgust me! I cannot believe you are my daughter! I can't imagine you doing those filthy things with that man! Have you lost your mind?! He's using you! He's just using you for the sex to throw you away afterwards! You're trash to him! Nothing!"
Whore.
He doesn't love you.
You disgust me.
Filthy.
My eyes were filling up with tears, rolling down my cheeks. I can't believe my mother said those things to me. I even bet Harry could hear them. What would he be thinking right now? He'd probably dump me after this, saying he couldn't handle this woman being my mother. I can already feel it coming.
How dare my mother call Harry a pedophile? He is most definitely not!
He would never leave me for this!
Would he?
He wouldn't!
He loves me!
He loves me?
He does!
Does he?
"I want you out off my house! I don't want to see you and your slutty face around here anymore! I want you to pack your bags right now and get the hell out of my house! You're not my daughter anymore. You disgusting filthy child!"
And that is what broke me. I was being thrown out of the house. I had to live on the streets. I was officially homeless.
Harry's going to break up with me and I will have nothing.
No, he won't.
Would he?
Will he?
He's going to.
Macy probably wouldn't let me stay at hers. She would have to tell her parents what happened and they would most likely think different of me.
I don't have any other friends. I was never really focused on having friends. I was so used to being alone, that I kind of accepted that. Macy was the first person to actually talk to me when college started. We've been friends ever since.
"Are you deaf?! Pack your stuff and get out! You have 10 minutes." my mother yells in my face.
I nod slowly before turning around to walk back into my room and close the door behind me. I heard her stomp away.
There is this big lump in my throat. I couldn't speak to her. I couldn't do anything. I felt weak.
You are weak.
I noticed Harry wasn't there anymore.
He left you.
You fucked up.
Your mother is right!
He doesn't love you!
I slide down my door and bury my face in my knees, hugging them close to me as I let out quiet sobs.
Whore.
Slutty face.
You disgust me.
You're trash.
He doesn't love you.
He's using you.
Disgusting.
Filthy.
The words my mother used kept repeating itself in my head. It was driving me crazy. It was killing me.
"Shut up!" I sob.
You deserve this.
He doesn't love you.
Your mother is right.
You're a whore.
Whore.
Slut.
Nobody loves you anymore.
"SHUT UP!!" I scream and pull my hair, trying to make the voices stop.
I'm going crazy.
I'm mad.
Disgusting.
Whore.
Trash.
"Leave m-me alone."
I stand up from the ground and wipe away my tears. I glance at myself in the mirror on my wall. My eyes are red and puffy from crying. My whole face is red. I'm shaking. I look sad. I am sad.
You're pathetic.
I grab a large bag from underneath my bed. Opening my closet, I randomly grab some clothes out of it and stuff them in my bag. I grab a purse and put some money in it along with other small things. I do not mind grabbing my school books, because let's be honest, in a situation like this that's the least I care about.
I lastly grab my phone, checking if I've got any messages. I noticed I got six and they're all from Harry.
Daddy: You can come to my house if you want to. I decided to leave you and your mother alone to work things out.
Daddy: I'm not expecting her to be okay with us being in a relationship.
Daddy: Just try and sneak out, yeah? ;) x
Daddy: Haha, no I'm kidding.
Daddy: I've got you, baby. I'm not leaving you no matter what happens.
Daddy: I love you, Kitten.
A small smile spreads across my face
See, mother? He would never leave me. He loves me. Fuck you for saying that!
Me: I got thrown out of the house. I'm homeless.
He instantly replies.
Daddy: I cannot believe she would do that to you!
Daddy: You have to explain everything to me when you get here.
Daddy: My home is your home, Princess.
Me: Does that mean I can come over and cry while you cuddle me?
Daddy: Of course, my love.
Daddy: Remember what I said to you a couple of days ago.
Daddy: Daddy will always be there for his baby girl.