Dream Of Demons While You Sleep

Moving

“Annabelle, fucking hurry up!” my so called mother demanded from behind my locked door. I’m Annabelle Maria Thorn, I’m 17. I have black hair and bright green eyes, my skin is pale and I am short very short, not that I like to admit it. I’d rather be told I’m height challenged then short. It makes me feel... small.
My mother was a prostitute, one of the guys that paid her is my father, two years ago my mother got raped, and ever since then we have moved around A LOT. She never stays in one spot because she is scared that if she stays there too long someone will rape her again. She also gets drunk a lot. She is a violet drunk. And depending on her mood she takes it out on me, even when she isn’t drunk she takes everything out on me. She hates me. To her I fucked up her ‘perfect’ life, but what I don’t understand is how being a prostitute is perfect, how is being fucked every night for money perfect? I didn’t understand how my mother could see that life as perfect, you don’t get a lot of money. Providing for yourself wouldn’t be easy. On good days she tells me stories of the time when she was ‘happy’ and I might only get one good day a year. Not that I want to hear the stories of her sex life. But it’s nice to feel loved once in a while.

“I’m coming give me a second!” I yelled back, I smudged thick black eye liner on, and looked at my appearance; I grabbed the bags that weren’t in the car and dragged them down stairs. It’s the second time we’ve moved this year, and there was no doubt that we would move again sometime soon.
“About fucking time bitch” I ignored the remarks from Jenna, Jenna is my mother’s name. I put the bags in the car and got in the back. There was no way I was sitting in the front. What to be hit again? No thank you. I took out my iPod, before I put it on Jenna spoke.
“If you think for one second that I will start being nice to you, you better think again” she hissed, this was a normal speech just before we moved.
“Mom, I never said you were, I wouldn’t even fucking think you’d ever change” that got me a slap across the face.
“Don’t talk to me like that you little slut!” she raged. I rolled my eyes as the words came out of her mouth. I found a song I wanted to listen to and put my headphones in blocking out any insults that were leaving Jenna’s mouth. She took off, I knew what was going to happen, we would go to LA and we would stay there for three or four months at the most, by that time I’d have friends and a boyfriend and then she’d move. The usual routine, this drove me nuts.

We arrived at the more then crowed airport. I got out of the car and waited for Jenna to open the boot; she walked around and opened it. I grabbed my stuff out. I was struggling to carry it all, the stuff was so heavy, maybe I should have thrown some stuff out before we left.
Jenna pushed me trying to get me to walk faster it was no use there was no way I could walk faster than this. She pushed me again, I fell to the floor.
“Get up idiot!” I got up slowly and grabbed the bags again, this time I tried to walk faster, people watched me as I shuffled my way over to the plane boarding sight; we boarded the plane. Jenna made sure she was very far away from me, it made me laugh. I fell asleep, thinking by the time we wake up we should be there and I won’t have to deal with passengers on the plane.

When I woke up we were almost there, maybe an hour away from LA. There was a baby beside me, she was crying. I smiled at the little baby, her mom comforting her. The tears threatened to spill over the sides of my eyes. Sometimes I wished that I had a mom that comforted me when I was sad, but I knew it was a big wish. I blinked the tears away and tried looking away, but it was no use, I kept looking, kept wishing. Even if that wish would never come true, my mother didn’t care about me and she would never care about me. If I were to die today she’d be happy and I knew it. All she cared about was having something to take her anger out on.
The plane landed and I collected my stuff. Jenna and I got into a taxi and went to our new home; she didn’t throw insults at me in the car, probably because people were around. We pulled up at a small brick house. It looked cute really; I hopped out of the car and once again grabbed my stuff, I waited at the door for Jenna to come open the door so I could choose my room.

“There are three rooms in this house pick one and pick wisely” she warned unlocking the front door. I got up and walked inside, empty. It was going to be like that until she got furniture. I went and looked through the two rooms I could pick from, the other was hers; I didn’t need to be told, I already knew. I picked the one furthest from hers; it was bigger than the other one too. I sat my stuff down, there was no point unpacking until we had stuff in the house, then I would have to clean everything up afterward and I hate cleaning.
“Fuck wit, I’m going shopping, buying what we need, if you leave the house be sure you know how to get back!” she yelled, I was amazed she was even concerned about if I came back or not. The front door slammed and I heard her get into the taxi. She had a lot of money from selling all the furniture from the other house so she was probably buying just that. I walked out the front and sat down in a white metal chair, it was pretty. It had love hearts and twirls. I watched the cars pass by until one pulled up in the drive way of the house next door, a blond about my height stepped out and smiled at me, I smiled back shyly.
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ok so this is the first chapter i hope you enjoyed it.