Emily's POV
I came home at 5 pm only to see my angry mom sitting on the couch with a scowl on her face.
"Where were you?" she asked as she saw me going up to my room, without caring to even acknowledge her presence.
"Why do you care?" I shrugged nonchalantly as I continued going up to my one and only safe haven.
"I am asking you a question. You're supposed to answer me 'cause honey unfortunately I am your mother!" she yelled in an attempt to stop me from going back to my room.
Calm down Emily. You don't need to argue with her. Calm down. You'll hurt yourself even more. My inner voice begged me.
"I am asking you a question Emily," she tried once again.
And this was where I lost it.
"You want to know where I was? Huh? I was at the library finding a job for myself because I am the only one in this house who has to worry about giving the God damn bills and bringing food. Because you only have to spend your money on alcohol. And you really couldn't care less if we become homeless in no time, right? Because you are way too much busy being drunk, going to the bars and getting wasted."
My eyes became watery but I blinked the tears away. I couldn't cry in front of her. I couldn't cry in front of anyone.
Without waiting for her to reply I ran to my room and slammed the door. My tears were on the verge of falling but I didn't let them out. I could not. I would not. I needed to be strong. I had my future ahead of me. I could not waste my life like my mother. I had vowed to not end up like her. I had to stay strong and prove her how much I had in me and how much I really was able to achieve.
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After a while of laying down on my bed doing nothing but staring at particularly nothing I heard some noise of trucks and cars coming from my open window. Maybe some kids were playing outside on the sidewalk. At this point of my already ruined day I really couldn't care less about it.
There was only one thing in this world could make me feel a lot better at the moment.
A hot shower.
I jumped off the bed and went to the bathroom to take a quick shower. Hot water really did a lot to soothe my tense muscles and I found my eyelids getting heavy with a much needed sleep. I came back in my bathrobe finding some comfy pj’s. When I found my favorite one with a picture of SpongeBob on it, I took the bathrobe off and was about to wear the damn thing when my eyes landed on something outside my window and my heart froze. My breath got caught up in my throat. My body went totally numb.
There was a boy standing in his balcony right opposite to my room's window with a phone in his hand and a shit eating smirk on his face.
Shit I suddenly got aware of my situation and quickly grabbed my pajamas and stumbled to the bathroom.
Shit shit shit shit shit.
Why on earth did every bad thing always have to happen to me?!
And when did someone shift in that darn house. As far as I remembered the house right next to ours had been vacant for ages! And suffice to say that I was extremely grateful about that thing. That was why I never really bothered to close the blinds.
Oh my God I was going to die of embarrassment now. And what if he took a picture of my nudes... The mere thought made me want to puke my guts out.
I was so screwed.
I stayed in the bathroom for what seemed like an eternity and then finally mustered up enough courage to go back in the room. I could not spend the night here in the bathroom, now could I?
When I came back I quickly grabbed the bathrobe from the floor and put it in the place and then jumped into the sheets and took the blanket and buried my face in the pillow. I was trying hard to sleep but of course what happened to me a while ago was bound to not let me sleep peacefully again.
Annoyed, I peeked from one eye to see if the boy was still standing there. Thankfully he was not there and even the blinds to his window were closed. I tip toed towards the window and quickly put the blinds down of my own room's window.
Phew! What a life I had