Chapter 2

As I'm walking down the stairs, I start getting excited for the day. I've been waiting for this day for so long. I can't believe it is finally here. I have been so lonely not having Brittany around but finally she is coming home to visit. Suddenly my happiness disappears when I can see my mother at the end of the stairs, I can tell that she is already pissed about something.

She yells at me "Amelia hurry the fuck up! You need to go collect some eggs So I can at least start cooking breakfast. Bring the eggs in first. Then you can finish your chores. Don't come back in until you are finished or God so help me."

I smile at my mother, "Of course! I will get them done right away." As I walk outside the icy air hits my face fuck it's so cold out. I sometimes wish that she cared more about me but I won't hold my breath for that to happen. I walk over to the the chicken coop to collect as many eggs as I can for my mother. Hoping this will put her in a better mood. Then realizing the chickens didn't lay as many eggs as they normally do. I'm sure that will give her more reasoning to hate me and some how that it will be my fault fuck.

I take the eggs back to the house for her. I try to briefly warm myself up in the toasty house, before having to head back outside to finish up my chores. The chickens still needing fed and cows milked. "Amelia stop just standing around you need to get your chores done."

"I know mother I was just getting warm."

"You can get warm when your finished stop trying to come up with excuses not to do them."

I just walk out without fighting with her more there is no point. As I walk over to the barn. I begin my long list of chores by milking the cows only getting what little I can from them. The family supply has gone down since my father has gotten sick. I have been trying to keep up with everything, but it is just impossible.

My mother makes me do everything but I can only do so much. She never takes responsibility for the hardships we're facing. Just to simply offer to help with anything would be a surprise. She is always telling me that I need to be at the house to get all the chores done. I should work harder to pay for the supplies we're needing. It becomes to be so overwhelming for me.

She does not allow me to really have my own life. She acts as if she needs to be in control of everything I do. I want a life for myself to start a new journey. She is just not ready for me to leave yet. I have two brothers, but they moved out of state and don't visit much. They were always treated so different than what I was. She always showed them all kinds of love and affection. Not sure why it's so hard for her to be just a little nicer to me.

When I finish my chores, I race back into the house feeling cold and exhausted. My mother says, "Amelia, here is your breakfast. Why don't you sit down and eat?"

I sit down and start to eat. I can't wait any longer, I should just tell her. I get nervous then decide just to spit it out already. "So mother after work I'm going to go to Brittany's she is coming home from college and there having a welcoming party for her".

I hold back my excitement when telling her. If she knows I'm looking forward to it she will make it even worse for me to go. She doesn't like it when I'm looking forward to anything. She only likes it when I am miserable.

As I watch her face expression change I know I'm in for it. She looks at me disappointed, "I don't understand Amelia, why do you bother with that girl? There is so much work that needs to be done here. What time are you leaving to go to work?"

I look at her, "My shift starts at 3pm. I'll leave by 2 to get there on time. I am getting off early to make it to her party.

She looks at me furiously and says, "Amelia, are you telling me that you're taking money away from this family to go to a party?"

I feel a slap across my face, it instantly starts to sting. As the throbbing from her hand burns my cheek, I try to explain my plans to her again. This time hopefully she has calmed down.

"Mother, I need to have some kind of life! Don't you understand that? I will be getting off work around 6:30pm, but don't wait up for me because I don't know what time I will be getting home."

She then looks at me and says, "Just remember Amelia, this partying all night does not mean that you get to skip your chores in the morning. I don't want to hear you complaining when you need to get up early. Your work needs to be done around the house and finished before you go to work tomorrow."

I can't believe that I didn't cave and I'm still going to Brittney's party. While I am finishing up my breakfast, just thinking of our conversation, my irritation with my mother sets me on fire. She just wants all of my time nonstop, I am only one person. I can't do everything! I know that my father is sick, and she is struggling. There is nothing I can do to fix him or else I would.

I start to clean up breakfast collecting all the dishes from the table. Putting them in the sink I then begin to wash the dishes. After I finish cleaning up I then head back upstairs to get ready for work.

When I look in the mirror I rub my cheek where she slapped me, it's all red. I hate when she hits me. There is no need for it really. I should stand up for myself but I don't want to encourage her to abuse me more. To make my life even more miserable than what it is now.

As I go to get ready for work  my mother interrupts by burging into my bedroom. I need to stand up for myself there is no better time than right now. Even though I'm afraid I need to be my own person. So I smile at her and I say, "Look, I love you mother, but you need to let me live my life a little. It's not like I really do anything else but help around our home. I won't stay out late and I promise to get everything done that I normally do in the morning.

She then yells, "God, you are so ungrateful for everything that your father and I have done for you! It is your turn to take care of us Amelia! We are your responsibility and this home is your responsibility!"

"No it's  not I deserve a life to I'm not always going to be here to do everything for you."

"God Amelia all you do is want! want! want! I don't understand how you can be so selfish."

I look at her confused, "I have no idea what your talking about! I do everything for this family as much as I can mother."