Total pages in book: 154
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 142664 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 713(@200wpm)___ 571(@250wpm)___ 476(@300wpm)
Mom kept knocking on my door until I opened it and said the same stupid shit over and over again. Why did I? How could I? Blah-blah-blah. Since things hadn’t escalated too much I didn’t much care anyway, so I basically just ignored her.
And maybe things would’ve ended there, had that one video not unleashed an avalanche. Things I hadn’t even remembered doing were being talked about. Old enemies were coming out of the woodwork to air their grievances and I was the topic on everyone’s tongue.
Had it stayed in the private group chats and Discord, that too would have been fine, my parents don’t have the first clue how to use either of those things. But someone took it to social media, that Rhoda bitch whoever she is, and that’s where my hell began.
From there, it was all anyone around town would talk about, and soon, word got back to my parents. Not just about Denny but all the others. Stupid bitches were talking about the things I did in high school like they were perfect.
Jealous bitches who couldn’t keep their men were calling me a slut and a homewrecker, and suddenly everyone was taking Alyssa’s side, placing all the blame on me as if Denny wasn’t the one in the relationship and, therefore, the one they should be going after.
Someone showed my parents the online thread between me and everyone who was coming down on me, and the yelling never ended. In a matter of days, my life had been turned upside down, and my parents had disowned me and were kicking me out of the house.
I had no money and no job. They never wanted me to work while I was in school, and I still had a year left, which they had informed me they would not be paying for. I spent last night in my car after they kicked me out and knew that there was no way in hell I was doing that again.
No one, not even people I considered friends, was willing to help me, and even if they were, their parents wouldn’t allow it. Some of my so-called friends even threatened that if they ever found out I’d done anything with their boyfriends, they’d hurt me, which is why I didn’t sleep a wink while sitting in my car waiting for someone to attack me.
I came back to beg them to let me stay, to forgive me, but they weren’t budging. I thought for sure that they would get over their anger by now; after all, it wasn’t that big of a deal, and most of the things they were learning about had happened years ago.
I don’t understand any of this, I’m their daughter, and just because they don’t want their friends to look at them poorly, they have thrown me away. “Where did we go wrong? This is not the way we raised you. Look at your sister. Why couldn’t you be more like her?”
“That’s enough, Marie, let her go. It’s obvious she’s never going to change.”
“What do you mean by that, Dad?”
“Did you really think we didn’t know some of what you were up to? The drugs, the parties, we knew all of it. But you kept it at school, away from here and us.”
“I thought you would outgrow your wildness, but no, we’ve fed and sheltered you, and this is the thanks we get. You disgust me.”
“Don’t say that, Dad.”
“Why not? It’s the truth, don’t touch me.” He pushed my hands away, and the look on his face made me cry harder.
Why is this happening? I just wanted to teach that bitch a lesson, to take her down a peg. How did everything turn out like this? I’m really scared here, and they’re acting like throwing my life away means nothing to them. They’ve never been like this before; I was always able to talk them around.
“It’s your fault, you bitch. You made them do this.” I went to grab my sister, but my Dad got in the way, and in my anger, I scratched and kicked him, which made Mom scream and cry harder.
“Get out!”
“No, you can’t treat me like this; I’m your daughter.”
“Get out of my house now. And don’t come back.”
“Watch your back bitch. You and that bitch Alyssa ruined my life.”
“No one ruined your life. You did it to yourself. Alyssa was always more of a sister to me than you ever were. Mom, Dad, do you remember Robert? My first boyfriend when I went away to college? Do you know why we broke up?”
“You bitch, you promised not to tell.” I went after her again, but this time, she pushed me to the floor.
“It was her; she slept with him. She lied about her age, and that’s not all; she drugged him. She begged me not to tell, and he didn’t press charges because I begged him.”