Wild Child
Chapter One
"Karlee!" I hear my younger sisters, Lexi and Emma call as they jump on my bed screaming. "What?!" I scream. Ugh, it feels like I just went to sleep. Oh yea, I did! "Mom wants to talk to you! You're in trouble!" they say with a smirk on their faces as they walk out the door. I let out a grunt and hold my pillow over my head as I try to go back to sleep. I'm almost there, when my bedroom door flies open and my pillow and blankets find themselves on the other side of the room. I jump up and immediately start screaming about nothing.
That's when I see my mom standing in front of me and my step dad in the doorway. I can only imagine what she's going crazy about now. I haven't had a real conversation with my mom since my dad left which was almost two years ago. "What is your problem?!" I hear her yell as I feel the sting of her slap on my cheek. "Well that's a new one, you've never stooped so low as to slap me before. And I do not know what you're talking about." I say as I let a little grin slide onto my face. Ok, so I can be somewhat of a smart a** sometimes, but come on.
"How do you get off talking to your mother like that? I will not have you act like this in my house!" my step dad, David, says as he butts into an A and B conversation that has nothing to do with him. "First of all, this isn't your house! Second, you aren't my dad! And third, since she decided to cheat on my dad with you and when she thought she could control my life! News flash, she can't yell at me for anything without being a big hypocrite! She's done it all!" I scream so loud that I'm sure the neighbors can hear. "And the next time you even think about yelling at me, don't. Because I don't care what you say, what she says, or what anyone else says! In fact, you can write down your thoughts about me on a piece of paper, then crumble it up. And you know what you can do after that?" I feel the rage starting to come across my face, and I'm pretty sure I even see it in his eyes. "You can shove it right up your--" I'm cut off mid sentence by yet another slap. But not my moms, this time much harder. I pick myself up off the floor and see my moms mouth hanging wide open, and David's face beat red with fury.
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