The next morning I was woken up by the dogs barking at something, we had nothing but woods all behind us and to the side of us....really all there were, were woods and a few trailers. I looked at the clock that was sitting on the floor next to my....bed...and it said 6:20am......sigh. I laid there for a few minutes and tried to go back to sleep but the damn dogs wouldn't shut up so I cut my losses and got up. My brother had already left for school as it was a two hour bus ride there and back, my step dad was already gone to work and I expected to see Kym in the living room but she was still asleep. I made myself some scrambled eggs for breakfast and made a fresh pot of coffee, after I was done eating I decided to clean the bathroom.
I got under the sink to find some cleaning supplies and that's when I saw them.....the roaches.....I screamed and jumped back...those little satin worshipers were EVERY WHERE under there, I grabbed a plastic bag off the counter and stuck my hand in it so I could get the spray bottle of bleach and the scrubby pads that were down there, the whole time freaking out, I had NEVER been that close to a roach before and it was most definitely something I could have gone my entire life without. After doing a complete heeby jeeby dance I went into the bathroom and started cleaning, it took me TWO HOURS of soaking and scrubbing and soaking and scrubbing to get it clean....but it was clean. I left the bottle of cleaner on the counter in the bathroom, I just couldn't bring myself to put them back under the kitchen sink right then. I took a shower and got dressed, it was close to 10:30 by this time and Kym still wasn't awake. I sat in the living room and watched TV for a while and I was getting hungry, I looked at the time, it was approaching noon, so I got up and made myself a sandwich. Kym got up around 1pm and was in a foul mood (seriously how can someone sleep till 1 in the afternoon and NOT be happy?) she was throwing shit around the kitchen and mumbling something to herself, I just ignored her. Finally she said are you the dumb shit that left my bathroom smelling like bleach? I said if by dumb shit you mean the person who cleaned your bathroom for you because it was nasty then yup that was me, your welcome. She proceeded to scream at me so I got up and walked into my room closing the door behind me. I sat in my room and cried for hours it felt like. I wanted to go home, but I didn't have a home anymore, I didn't have a family who loved me anymore....I had Kym. My brother came and knocked on the door and told me Kym said I needed to get ready, my step dad had called and said he wanted to take us all out for dinner tonight to celebrate me being there....yeah...whatever. I got dressed and put my make up on, straightened my hair and waited.....and waited and waited and waited. Kym, Dakota and I were all sitting in the living room waiting for my step dad to get home, he was already two hours late. Dakota went to bed around 11 and I went to lay down shortly after that (mind you Kym didn't bother cooking anything once it was clear we were definitely not going out that night, so Dakota and I had bologna sandwiches) I must have dozed off because I woke up to the loudest screaming I had ever heard before. I opened my door and stood in the doorway, I could see part of the living room from there and could hear the argument between Kym and my step dad, I glanced back at my clock and it read 2:02am. Apparently my step dad had just gotten home and Kym had stayed up waiting for him, he was drunk and making excuses why he was so late and we would all go out to dinner tomorrow night, Kym said don't you mean tonight you moronic dickhead, its after 2 am, IT IS TOMORROW!!! Apparently he didn't like that too much because the next thing I know I see Kym flying across the living room into the wall. Tom walked by me to his room and just said you didn't see or hear anything, besides no one will believe a teen whore anyways. I went to the living room to make sure Kym was okay and she pulled away from me, she said If you hadn't of come here this would have never happened. I just stood over her in disbelief and told her I didn't want to be here, that I wanted to go home....she then told me something I already knew.....YOU DONT HAVE A HOME
I had been here for two days and I wanted to leave so bad it hurt...it actually physically hurt.
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