“No, sit down—now!” My mother’s temper flared, and she pointed at the chair with authority.
She really doesn’t understand how bad I need to eat something.
“Okay, fine, let’s get it over with.” I pulled out the chair and took a seat. “I’m sorry. I had too much to drink. It won’t happen again.”
“I’m tired of hearing that spiel from you. I believed it the first couple of times, but it doesn’t even sound like you mean it anymore.” She sighed and put her coffee cup on the table.
“I don’t know what you want from me!” I folded my arms across my chest and stared at the table. “I’m doing the best I can.”
“If this is your best—god help you, Kacey!” She exhaled sharply and slammed her hand down on the table so hard I jumped. “I’ve tried to be understanding, but this has to end. I know it sucks to lose someone you love, but you can’t keep doing this.”
“Lose someone? I didn’t lose him. He fucking cheated on me!” I lifted my head and felt tears welling up in my eyes. “I thought you would be understanding, considering that Dad did the same thing to you.”
“You don’t think I would have loved to just drink away my pain every night? I had two girls to take care of. I didn’t get that luxury.” She shook her head angrily. “Yes, it sucks. It isn’t fair. But guess what, Kacey—life isn’t always fair. Sometimes you just have to slap a smile on your face, fix your fucking makeup, and put one foot in front of the other.”
“Yep, and you keep putting one foot in front of the other until you get to the bar—and if your fake ID don’t work, you keep going until you get to the next one.” I glared at her and shrugged. “I’m dealing it in my own way.”
“Not anymore.” She blinked a couple of times and pursed her lips together. “Not while you live under my roof. The next time you walk through that door smelling like booze will be the last time you step foot in this house.”
“You’re going to throw me out?” I scoffed and my lip twisted in disgust. “Fine, I don’t want to live here anymore anyway.”
Even if I have no idea where the hell I’m going to go.
I went back to my room and broke down in tears. I regretted what I said, especially when I realized what it meant, but my pride prevented me from trying to take back my words. I pulled a duffel bag out of my closet and started packing some clothes. I wasn’t really sure where I would go, but I had a few friends that would let me stay with them for a couple of days. That would give me some time to figure out the rest of it. I filled the duffel bag with as much as it could hold and realized I needed a lot more room. I pulled the roller bag from the top of my closet that I normally took on vacation and started filling it as well. Most of my stuff was going to stay, but I would at least have enough to avoid coming back for a while.
“Are you going somewhere, Kacey?” I heard Lucy’s voice behind me and turned to see a worried look on her six year old face.
“I’m going on—a trip.” I tried to force a smile on my lips so she wouldn’t worry. “I’ll see you again soon.”
“Mom’s really mad.” She walked into my room and sat down on the bed. “She won’t tell me why. Is this because of what happened last night?”
“Don’t ever fall in love, Lucy.” I reached over and patted her shoulder. “Love is—love is shit.”
“Okay.” A smile spread across her face. “Love is shit, got it!”
“Wait, maybe don’t say that around Mom.” I brought my finger to my lips and hushed her. “That’s our secret.”
“I got a secret!” Lucy jumped off the bed and ran towards her room.
Oh yeah, she’s totally going to say that in front of Mom. At least I won’t be here to incur more wrath.
I finished packing my bags and walked over to my jewelry box. Most of it was worthless costume jewelry, although there were a few pieces I had received as gifts that had a little value. In the center was the most valuable piece of all—the ring that Chad put on my finger when he asked me to be his wife. He never even asked for it back. I might have shoved it down his throat if he had. The ring was the one thing that could always bring a smile to my face during the two years I wore it. I was young and stupid then. I believed that high school love could last forever. I should have been planning for college instead of a wedding, but I was blinded by the trust I put in him. He was blinded by lust.
He could have had me anytime he wanted, yet he chose to sleep with the school slut instead of taking my virginity.
I had loved Chad so much that I would have done anything he asked. I wanted to do a lot more than feel him cum through his pants. I certainly wanted him to do a lot more than bring me to orgasm with a finger on my panties. I didn’t care about the abstinence pledge we took when we were teenagers. We were going to be husband and wife. The wedding wasn’t permission in my mind, no matter how many times the preacher at our church screamed about the dangers of sin. Chad had no problem sinning with someone else, yet I was off limits until our wedding day. Thinking about it still made me sink into a pit of mental despair, even though it had been almost two years since we split up. It would only be a few months until the ring had been in my jewelry box longer than it had been on my finger.
Fuck it. I need money. This ring would be a lot better in a pawn shop than sitting in my jewelry box.
“You don’t have to go, Kacey.” My mother met me at the end of the hallway. “I want you to get help, if that’s what you need. I’ll even pay for a psychiatrist.”
“Take care of Lucy. Don’t let her make the same mistakes I made.” I rolled
my luggage bag past her and started walking towards the door.
“My door is always open, as long as you come home sober.” There was sorrow in her voice, and it cracked when she spoke.
“Bye, Mom.” I looked over my shoulder one last time when I got to the door. “I’ll be okay. Don’t worry about me.”