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I Want a Taste of Your Medicine
I No Longer Have Parents
It just so happened that all the guys had gone out surfing, even Jake. He apparently liked to surf every once in a while. Adam had missed out because he was the one who was supposed to come and get me. He just went back to bed after we got back to the house.
I decided that calling my mom would be a good idea. I know that she told me not to call her but this was for my sake. I needed to know that her and my dad were doing alright. I know that she doesn't like me too much but she's still my mom and I do miss her.
I grabbed the house phone and dialed in the number that I hadn't punched into the phone in a little over a month. I knew that my mom might be a little ticked off but I didn't really care. I wanted to call home, I wanted to see if Jada had stopped by.
The phone rang 3 times and then my mom picked up. Her hello sounded moody and annoyed like I was interrupting something important that she was doing. I suddenly felt like I shouldn't have called.
"I'm just calling to check in," I said, trying to sound sweet. She sighed one of her annoyed sighs and didn't say anything for a while. I figured that she was probably trying to gather her thoughts on something she wanted to tell me.
"Pattyn, your father and I are moving," She said and I could feel my heart drop. What the hell did she mean that they were moving? That all 3 of us were moving or was she heading towards something completely different?
"What do you mean, you and dad are moving?" I said slowly. "That we're all moving?"
"No, you're staying with your brother, and your dad and I are buying a house out in the country," She said trying to sound soothing. What the fuck was wrong with her, did she really hate me that much to just abandon me?
"You guys are moving. Without me. To the country. And I have to. Stay out here with. Marshall?" My words would stop and then come out again like I was saying a bunch of short sentences.
"Yes. You can still visit with Marshall, but your dad and I are sick of taking care of you and doing everything for you. Living without you for the past month has made us realize that things are a lot less stressful. We love you, we really do, but we figure that you can just start college out there. I mean you said you were taking a year off to work anyways, you can just apply for next year and work this year," It felt like I had been punched to the stomach.
"This is Marshall's house, mom. You can't just say you're done taking care of me and that you don't want me living with you anymore and then just have me stay here. Have you even talked to Marshall about this? What about my stuff?" My voice had cracked somewhere in the middle of 'living with you' and I could feel the tears run down my cheek.
"He won't mind, and we can just mail your stuff," She said and I felt like throwing her off a bridge at this very moment. My parents hated me. They fucking hated that I was born a girl and nothing that they wanted.
"But mom," I said, but she cut me off.
"Look I have to go, I'll be sure to mail your stuff. I'll give Marshall the new number, bye," And then the phone was dead. I was pacing around the hallway during the whole conversation and I felt myself drop to the floor and curl up into a ball as I cried.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Was she even aloud to do that? Was she even aloud to just abandon me when she didn't want me anymore? I was only 18, which now thinking about it made sense. I was legally old enough to take care of myself. It felt like a brick wall had just crashed down on me, and I couldn't breath.
I heard thumping down the stairs and then a pair of strong arms pick me up and cradled me. I cried for hours and it was mind blowing that I was still able to let the tears flow. Adam had asked me what was wrong and all I could fit out was, "Mom, abandon." He was probably confused as hell but he held me close to him anyways.
I suddenly wished that I had ended things with Trent when I had the chance. Now I had to wait until he gave me a call when he landed to tell him everything I should have told him. What about Jada? I couldn't just leave her after everything I did to ruin her life. Accident or not it was still my fault that she was in a wheel chair.
My mind kept tracing back to my mothers words. Could I even call her a mother after everything she's done to me? My dad didn't even have the courage to talk to me on the phone about this. I felt betrayed and unwanted and I felt like throwing bricks at the walls.
I could go to court for this couldn't I? I don't know much about what things you can and can't go to court for, but I can go to court for this, right? But what would be the use in that? My parents didn't want and so why would I want them.
I was finally up and walking around the house, the tears were gone but my eyes were all puffy and red. I didn't say anything when the guys got in and all Adam could say to Marshall was that I was crying over something my mom had said.
He tried asking me what was wrong and then he finally gave up and picked up the phone. I had no idea what was being said on the other line but my brother seemed furious. He was yelling and yelling and all the guys were listening curious and concerned.
"Don't call this number okay? Send her stuff, don't even bother sending the new address and number and never call this number again." Marshall was saying now and then he paused waiting for an answer.
"No! You both chose to not have her in your life anymore. You told her that you guys were moving and that your home was no longer hers. I am no longer your son and she is no longer your daughter. You are not aloud to call this number ever again. As far as I'm concerned you never had kids in the first place and Pattyn and I never had parents," And then he hung up the phone and hugged me.
No one said anything for a while and Marshall and I stood there hugging and crying into each other. He kept saying that everything was going to be better now, that everything was going to be okay and that we didn't need them.
The guys left and Marshall and I just went downstairs to my room and sat there thinking about everything. He would occasionally bring up something about how we needed to get me a car or fix up my room but nothing was easing the pain we both felt in our chest.
I didn't have parents anymore. I didn't have parents. I didn't have parents anymore. No matter how many times I thought it, the pain always stayed the same and I never got used to it. My brother was now my legal guardian. I was no longer loved by my mother or father. I know my mom said she loved me, but she honestly never did, especially after doing something like this.
I decided that calling my mom would be a good idea. I know that she told me not to call her but this was for my sake. I needed to know that her and my dad were doing alright. I know that she doesn't like me too much but she's still my mom and I do miss her.
I grabbed the house phone and dialed in the number that I hadn't punched into the phone in a little over a month. I knew that my mom might be a little ticked off but I didn't really care. I wanted to call home, I wanted to see if Jada had stopped by.
The phone rang 3 times and then my mom picked up. Her hello sounded moody and annoyed like I was interrupting something important that she was doing. I suddenly felt like I shouldn't have called.
"I'm just calling to check in," I said, trying to sound sweet. She sighed one of her annoyed sighs and didn't say anything for a while. I figured that she was probably trying to gather her thoughts on something she wanted to tell me.
"Pattyn, your father and I are moving," She said and I could feel my heart drop. What the hell did she mean that they were moving? That all 3 of us were moving or was she heading towards something completely different?
"What do you mean, you and dad are moving?" I said slowly. "That we're all moving?"
"No, you're staying with your brother, and your dad and I are buying a house out in the country," She said trying to sound soothing. What the fuck was wrong with her, did she really hate me that much to just abandon me?
"You guys are moving. Without me. To the country. And I have to. Stay out here with. Marshall?" My words would stop and then come out again like I was saying a bunch of short sentences.
"Yes. You can still visit with Marshall, but your dad and I are sick of taking care of you and doing everything for you. Living without you for the past month has made us realize that things are a lot less stressful. We love you, we really do, but we figure that you can just start college out there. I mean you said you were taking a year off to work anyways, you can just apply for next year and work this year," It felt like I had been punched to the stomach.
"This is Marshall's house, mom. You can't just say you're done taking care of me and that you don't want me living with you anymore and then just have me stay here. Have you even talked to Marshall about this? What about my stuff?" My voice had cracked somewhere in the middle of 'living with you' and I could feel the tears run down my cheek.
"He won't mind, and we can just mail your stuff," She said and I felt like throwing her off a bridge at this very moment. My parents hated me. They fucking hated that I was born a girl and nothing that they wanted.
"But mom," I said, but she cut me off.
"Look I have to go, I'll be sure to mail your stuff. I'll give Marshall the new number, bye," And then the phone was dead. I was pacing around the hallway during the whole conversation and I felt myself drop to the floor and curl up into a ball as I cried.
I couldn't believe this was happening to me. Was she even aloud to do that? Was she even aloud to just abandon me when she didn't want me anymore? I was only 18, which now thinking about it made sense. I was legally old enough to take care of myself. It felt like a brick wall had just crashed down on me, and I couldn't breath.
I heard thumping down the stairs and then a pair of strong arms pick me up and cradled me. I cried for hours and it was mind blowing that I was still able to let the tears flow. Adam had asked me what was wrong and all I could fit out was, "Mom, abandon." He was probably confused as hell but he held me close to him anyways.
I suddenly wished that I had ended things with Trent when I had the chance. Now I had to wait until he gave me a call when he landed to tell him everything I should have told him. What about Jada? I couldn't just leave her after everything I did to ruin her life. Accident or not it was still my fault that she was in a wheel chair.
My mind kept tracing back to my mothers words. Could I even call her a mother after everything she's done to me? My dad didn't even have the courage to talk to me on the phone about this. I felt betrayed and unwanted and I felt like throwing bricks at the walls.
I could go to court for this couldn't I? I don't know much about what things you can and can't go to court for, but I can go to court for this, right? But what would be the use in that? My parents didn't want and so why would I want them.
I was finally up and walking around the house, the tears were gone but my eyes were all puffy and red. I didn't say anything when the guys got in and all Adam could say to Marshall was that I was crying over something my mom had said.
He tried asking me what was wrong and then he finally gave up and picked up the phone. I had no idea what was being said on the other line but my brother seemed furious. He was yelling and yelling and all the guys were listening curious and concerned.
"Don't call this number okay? Send her stuff, don't even bother sending the new address and number and never call this number again." Marshall was saying now and then he paused waiting for an answer.
"No! You both chose to not have her in your life anymore. You told her that you guys were moving and that your home was no longer hers. I am no longer your son and she is no longer your daughter. You are not aloud to call this number ever again. As far as I'm concerned you never had kids in the first place and Pattyn and I never had parents," And then he hung up the phone and hugged me.
No one said anything for a while and Marshall and I stood there hugging and crying into each other. He kept saying that everything was going to be better now, that everything was going to be okay and that we didn't need them.
The guys left and Marshall and I just went downstairs to my room and sat there thinking about everything. He would occasionally bring up something about how we needed to get me a car or fix up my room but nothing was easing the pain we both felt in our chest.
I didn't have parents anymore. I didn't have parents. I didn't have parents anymore. No matter how many times I thought it, the pain always stayed the same and I never got used to it. My brother was now my legal guardian. I was no longer loved by my mother or father. I know my mom said she loved me, but she honestly never did, especially after doing something like this.
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comment/subscribe?This chapter makes me sad. This sort of stuff does actually happen to people and its really painful even to just hear about it. Let me know what you think.