On Sleepless Roads
Chapter One
Marti’s POV
I was lying down on my bed, writing in my journal.
I like to write, it makes me forget about my life for a while.
I live in a tiny apartment with my mom in Las Vegas.
It sucks, I hate living here and I hate my mom.
She hates me back, she thinks that I ruined her life.
Maybe I did,
But it’s not my fault she got pregnant with me.
She messed up and now I, the mistake, get punished for it.
I think that it’s hardly fair.
I guess I should stop to introduce myself,
My name is Marti Lila Ross and I’m thirteen years old.
I have pretty short brown hair and green eyes
I’m really short and really skinny.
Marti is short for Martini.
My mom really likes to drink and I’m named after her favorite drink.
And yes, I do realize that I have the same last name as Ryan Ross from Panic! At The Disco.
Isn’t it a cool coincidence or what?
According to my mom,
I was made here in Las Vegas but I was born in Australia.
We lived in Australia until I was seven and then we moved back here.
I have an accent and I get teased a lot for it.
I don’t know why, I thought people were supposed to love Australian accents,
Maybe they only like guys with them, not girls.
I’ve never met my father but he’s the one with the last name of Ross,
Not my mother.
She never talks about him so I’m pretty sure that she hates him.
That wouldn’t be a surprise, she hates everybody.
“Marti, come here!” My mother yelled from the living room.
With a sigh I put my journal down and slowly walked out into the living room.
My mother stood in the middle of the room, her coat and boots on.
“Quickly fill a suitcase with all your things!” She snapped.
“Why, where are we going?” I asked.
She glared at me.
“Just do it now!” She yelled.
I knew better than to argue so I ran into my room and stuffed all of my things into my old suitcase.
I didn’t have that much things so it didn’t take long.
“Hurry up!” My mom snapped.
I’m never fast enough for her.
“Where are we going?” I asked again, lugging out the suitcase into the living room.
She ignored me and left the apartment,
I didn’t have a choice but to follow her.
If I stayed up in the apartment she’d probably hurt me again.
It was safer just to follow her.
“Get in!” My mom said, pointing to our ancient Chevy Impala.
Slowly I put my suitcase in the backseat and got into the passenger’s seat.
“Where are we going?” I asked again once we’d been driving for a few minutes.
“You’re going to your father’s.” Mom said.
I stared at her, my father, why the hell would she leave me there?
“Why, I don’t want to go there!” I cried.
“Too bad.” Mom muttered.
I didn’t know what to do.
She was seriously abandoning me with a guy I’d never met.
He probably didn’t even know that I existed!
“Come on, we’re here!” Mom snapped after twenty minutes.
She got out of the car and when I didn’t move she yanked open the passenger door and pulled me out.
“Come on you little brat!” She hissed, dragging me up to the door.
The house seemed normal enough,
Oh God, what if he had another family though?
“Come on George, answer the damn door!” Mom muttered as she repeatedly rang the doorbell.
The door opened and I hid behind my mother the best I could.
“Is this the Ross household?” Mom asked in a snappy voice.
The guy must have nodded because Mom continued talking.
“Does George Ross live here?” She asked.
“Yes, why?” A very familiar voice asked.
I looked up and couldn’t hold back my tears.
This was defiantly the worst day of my life.
Standing in the doorway was none other than Ryan Ross!
I was lying down on my bed, writing in my journal.
I like to write, it makes me forget about my life for a while.
I live in a tiny apartment with my mom in Las Vegas.
It sucks, I hate living here and I hate my mom.
She hates me back, she thinks that I ruined her life.
Maybe I did,
But it’s not my fault she got pregnant with me.
She messed up and now I, the mistake, get punished for it.
I think that it’s hardly fair.
I guess I should stop to introduce myself,
My name is Marti Lila Ross and I’m thirteen years old.
I have pretty short brown hair and green eyes
I’m really short and really skinny.
Marti is short for Martini.
My mom really likes to drink and I’m named after her favorite drink.
And yes, I do realize that I have the same last name as Ryan Ross from Panic! At The Disco.
Isn’t it a cool coincidence or what?
According to my mom,
I was made here in Las Vegas but I was born in Australia.
We lived in Australia until I was seven and then we moved back here.
I have an accent and I get teased a lot for it.
I don’t know why, I thought people were supposed to love Australian accents,
Maybe they only like guys with them, not girls.
I’ve never met my father but he’s the one with the last name of Ross,
Not my mother.
She never talks about him so I’m pretty sure that she hates him.
That wouldn’t be a surprise, she hates everybody.
“Marti, come here!” My mother yelled from the living room.
With a sigh I put my journal down and slowly walked out into the living room.
My mother stood in the middle of the room, her coat and boots on.
“Quickly fill a suitcase with all your things!” She snapped.
“Why, where are we going?” I asked.
She glared at me.
“Just do it now!” She yelled.
I knew better than to argue so I ran into my room and stuffed all of my things into my old suitcase.
I didn’t have that much things so it didn’t take long.
“Hurry up!” My mom snapped.
I’m never fast enough for her.
“Where are we going?” I asked again, lugging out the suitcase into the living room.
She ignored me and left the apartment,
I didn’t have a choice but to follow her.
If I stayed up in the apartment she’d probably hurt me again.
It was safer just to follow her.
“Get in!” My mom said, pointing to our ancient Chevy Impala.
Slowly I put my suitcase in the backseat and got into the passenger’s seat.
“Where are we going?” I asked again once we’d been driving for a few minutes.
“You’re going to your father’s.” Mom said.
I stared at her, my father, why the hell would she leave me there?
“Why, I don’t want to go there!” I cried.
“Too bad.” Mom muttered.
I didn’t know what to do.
She was seriously abandoning me with a guy I’d never met.
He probably didn’t even know that I existed!
“Come on, we’re here!” Mom snapped after twenty minutes.
She got out of the car and when I didn’t move she yanked open the passenger door and pulled me out.
“Come on you little brat!” She hissed, dragging me up to the door.
The house seemed normal enough,
Oh God, what if he had another family though?
“Come on George, answer the damn door!” Mom muttered as she repeatedly rang the doorbell.
The door opened and I hid behind my mother the best I could.
“Is this the Ross household?” Mom asked in a snappy voice.
The guy must have nodded because Mom continued talking.
“Does George Ross live here?” She asked.
“Yes, why?” A very familiar voice asked.
I looked up and couldn’t hold back my tears.
This was defiantly the worst day of my life.
Standing in the doorway was none other than Ryan Ross!