Annalise
It had been about three months since my mom married my step-father. After my real dad died fighting over seas, she had drowned herself in drugs and alcohol, forgetting about me. She had been like that until she met Matt. He was some rich and famous rockstar, and I knew she had married him strictly for the money. Mom was always a gold digger. In fact, she wasn't even my real mom. She was also my step mother, my real mom died when I was four due to cancer, and my dad had re-married whenever I was ten. When he died, she got full custody of me. We hated each other, constant fighting, and then she thought it was okay for her to drag me into this life with her.
I climbed out of my bed, slipping on a pair of booty shorts, I fixed my tank top before making my way down the steps. My red hair in a messy ponytail. I made my way to the kitchen where I saw Matt nursing a cup of coffee at the island. I wasn't exactly happy with him either. He tried to get me to like him by getting me whatever I wanted, and it just wasn't working in his favor. My step mom had managed to sober up long enough to get him to say I do, then she went right back to the drugs and drinking, not coming home until the middle of the day, so shitfaced that she didn't even remember who we were, so most of the time it was just Matt and I, and he never let me stay home alone, anytime she was out doing whatever and he had to go to the studio, he made me come with him.
"I take it she still isn't home?" I said in a flat irritated tone as I poured myself a glass of orange juice. I knew if I tried to get some coffee, he would just take it from me because "kids don't need coffee," I sat down as far away from him as possible, looking down at my phone to see if any of my friends messaged me.