The move

The white lines on the grey road drifted behind the car as I stared through the back window.

"Sit straight in your seat!"  my stepfather ordered.

I slouched around and faced the correct direcion. "Why do we have to move to this bore of a town anyway?" I questioned.

" Because Rick got his job here" mom said in a monotone voice.

I pulled a face at where her was infront of me. " Yeah Rick's job let's him anywhere,as long as there is internet he can live there. he works from home".

"Well maybe some people move to towns like this for peace and quiet Cecilia !" Rick snapped.  " And bratty teenagers like you should shut your trap before you are forced into the world to live on your own. Respect the fact that you will have a home you selfish, spoiled, little worthless piece of ...."

"That'll do Rick," mum interrupted.

"You have sucked the life out of my mother," I mutted.

He slammed on the breaks  and got out of the car. He yanked open my door and pulled me out onto the road.

'You are nothing but a speck of dirt on my shoe. You mean nothing to me. I can chuck you out when ever I want. so you better start showing me respect!" He spat into my face.

I glared at him and it resulted to  a blow to my face. "Worthless!"

I struggled to my feet and managed to climb back into the car. Mom glared at me through mirror,her eyes meeting mine and she glared at me in a dissaproving manner.

I hate her with every single part of my body. I hated my mother so much. I hated her weedy grey eyes, her botox tight skin,her big full lips,mountains of make-up on her flakkyb tanned face, her puffy brown hair and her silicone chest.

Rick has dark messy brown hair and square glasses that covers his dark brown eyes. He was rather fond of cigars and he always reeked of alcohol. He calls himself a writer but I call him an alcoholic.

He was as pathetic as my mother.

I on the other hand have long messy dark brown hair and dark brown eyes. I always cover my eyes with dark make-up, my nails are always painted black and the only shoes I wear are my combat boots.

"This is your room," mum announced as we walked through the house. It was an old house,it looked like it was about to fall apart. The floorboards were so old and squeaky, the walls were old and dusty and grey and the windows either didn't open or they didn't close.

"Home sweet home," I whispered as I slummped onto the matress on the ground.

Reviews

[alifeacoustic]

Adults very rarely consult children, let alone ask their opinion on subjects they deem as for adults, leaving kids uprooted without a clue as to why, deeming what they have to leave behind as unimportant. But it is their life too they leave behind. School, friends, the safety of knowing the place you are.
Rick sounds like such a prize for the Mother. How anyone can watch someone beat their child is beyond me, but happen it does, too often.
I think the shortness of the chapters works really well here, it's as if the abruptness of what's going on and the changes in their lives are just as abrupt, matching the pace of the story well.
great so far. Sorry for the delay in reading it. I must have missed it in my feed. Please feel free to send read requests for following chapters, just to make sure I don't miss any. I'm interested to find out what happens.

[Angelique]

That is very true, adults don't talk to their kids about these things at all even though it affects their lives as well. And yes step parents and even parents hitting their children like this does happen unfortunately. Thank you very much, I am glad that you enjoy it/like it so far. I will be sure to let you know when I update this

[alifeacoustic]

Many thanks.