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Chapter 3.

Tessa’s POV.

I was angry and I had all right in the world to be. To be absolutely honest, I have been angry for the past seventeen years of my life; I had a shitty mother, a shitty school- damn it! I didn’t even finish that, shitty friends and a shitty life. The only thing that wasn’t shitty was my father and where is he now? Six feet under the ground.

The universe just has its own unique way of making my blood boil into anger, don’t get me wrong, I know a lot of people have shittier lives than mine but I do not know those people and I really see no reason to care for anyone other than myself at this point. Afterall, I’ve only had myself for the past few months while my mother was screwing another man at her work place; very classy.

“Tessa, you are here”, I just could not miss the look of disappointment etched on her face, the look of disappointment that she covered up quickly with the fakest smile I had ever seen, I knew she was not going to be happy with the idea of me staying here, but neither was I. I was extremely averse to this whole thing but the court said I had to live with her, hence the reason why we had no choice.

“Surprise, surprise”, I muttered sarcastically and pushed past the man to enter the room. I slumped unto the couch and placed my legs on the coffee table, purposely wanting to trigger her. She was a clean freak, probably suffering from OCD, not that I cared; in fact, watching her have a heart attack would be a blessing, maybe she would die- you can never tell.

“Tessa, you know I hate it when you keep your feet on the table, do you know the number of germs that could be there?”, she was fidgeting, just like she used to when I did this. It was good to know that somethings never change,

“Exactly why I did it”, I shrugged and stood up from the couch, then turned to the man that my mother had given the name of endearment to, his hand on her waist reminded me of the way my father used to hold her once upon a time and it made me fume, “Do not waste your time with her, she will dump you once the opportunity rises. You seem like a good guy and that is why I am telling you”, I walked away from them, having no idea where I was going, all I knew was that I could not watch my mother with another man.

“I am sorry, she is troubled”, where have I heard those words before? Right, every time I embarrassed her as a little child, she always said I was troubled like there was something wrong with me mentally and emotionally. The last time she said those words was at a talent show when I was in the sixth grade, I put on a magic show and nearly burnt the school down; she said I was troubled to the other parents and the next thing I knew, my friends started to stay away from me. Her words ruined my life.

“You want to see troubled? I will make sure I give you trouble”, I promised her and walked into a random room. I shut the door and threw my bag on the floor, luckily for me, the room looked like it belonged to no one and even if it did, I call dibs on it.

Some people say I am bipolar, today I could be hot and tomorrow I could be cold but its not true, everybody has their good and bad side, it just depends on what triggers it. Even the cruelest human being has a good side, it might be void but it is still there. I get shit a lot about acting like a bitch sometimes and being way too kind the other times but that is just how I am, plus, the only thing that can bring out my bad side is my mother. Somehow, even after she left, she still found a way to torment me.

A knock on the door pushed me out of my inner thoughts, “Go away Bethel”, I groaned,

“Do not act sassy with me young lady and do not call me by my name, I am your mother”, she scolded from the other side of the door,

I let out a scoff, loud enough for her to hear it, “So now you’re my mother? I am sorry Bethel but you lost that right a long time ago”,

“Look Tessa, I really do not care, I cannot be arguing with the likes of you. Just don’t try what you did today again”, my eyebrow went up and I marched to the door,

“Bitch, are you threatening me?”, I pulled the door open to see her fucking face scrunched up in a mean scowl,

“You dare try it again and we will see”, she said and walked away. Fuck! My hand itched so badly to throw something heavy at her or sharp, whatever could kill her instantly. Or maybe I could slap her into a coma, goddamn it!

I threw my suitcase on the bed and rummaged through it, looking for a sweater, maybe, just maybe, I could wrap this thing around her neck from behind and choke her to death, cut off her air supply and make it look like a suicide. She got tired of her fucked up life and decided to end it in the most cowardly way ever; suicide by hanging.

I pulled the sweater on and walked out the door, “Where the hell are you going?”, she sat down on the couch with a cup of coffee in her hands,

“How about you mind your own damn business when it comes to me?”, before she could reply, I was out the door and slamming it harshly, if all my death talks haven’t made anybody notice it yet, I will gladly come out and say that I hate my mother with my heart and breathe and it is all her fault. She should win the award for the worst mother in the world, in fact, she would have a whole trophy case by now if possible.

Another thing that always seems to piss me off was the fact that my dad said times without number that he didn’t regret marrying my mother, he always said she was in his life to teach him a valuable lesson and also, if he did not marry her, he would never have me. To me, that is complete bullshit; the valuable lesson part, that is.

I headed over to one of the benches in wide garden and sat down with my phone in my hand. I unlocked it and the first thing I was met with was a picture of Kevin OC- I mean Kevin, and I. scrolling through the other pictures, I laughed as when I saw one of them, he looked very goofy with his tongue stuck out and his eyes closed. Kevin has been my celebrity crush for years now, it was a blessing to finally get to meet him, and his brother; do not get me started on Alex, that guy gives off a major ‘player’ vibe but he is oddly sweet, I could not even hold back my giggles around him.

I could actually see myself with a guy like Alex O’Connell; sweet, handsome, charming, extremely hot, etc. Honestly, he was perfect for me and probably all the other girls out there.

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