The Iceking's Obsession

Two Years, One month ago. "Girls like us, we don't get loved. We get used. Let it stick in here" She poked my head with her index finger and let out and exasperated breath. I stood there with puffy eyes and terribly ugly eye bags. I sure look like hell but I know I'm satisfied with the last I saw of Brentwood. I kneed him. I f*****g kneed a guy in the balls. And if it didn't feel good, what else made me laugh and cry at the same time. "Brentwood was a bastard." Mom says, for the hundredth time since I came home sobbing after a date I took hours preparing for. I nod in agreement with mom. Girls like us, we don't get loved, we get used. And I need to get it in my head. I've been told severally, warned in fact. But I liked Brentwood and I guess my common sense doesn't really work when I'm around him. I liked Brentwood for three months, ninety f*****g days before we got grouped in the same group during one history class and from there, things developed between us. Brentwood was too good to be true but it ended the same way. It ended with Brentwood getting what he wants and me listening to the mantra that was supposed to be stuck in my head. "Girls like us, we don't get loved, we get used." "Jane. Go in and dress up. Make use of all those make-up I got you. Cover those hideous bags. We're going out." "Tonight?!" I ask, wishing in the name of all that's fried and crispy that I heard her wrong. Going out with my mom when it's past ten in the night is the worst mistake anyone would ever make. The last time I did that crap, I ended up carrying mom home on my back because I was too tipsy to even touch the steering wheel. "Yup. If you don't agree to go clubbing with me, I'll call Rosa" "Hell no! Give me a minute" Just as I turn to my room, I realize what she just did. She used my hatred for Rosa against me. Rosa is a certified b***h. I think there should be a brand somewhere on her tanned chest that says, "b***h that Bites" because that's what that woman is. See, I agree that my mom isn't the most agreeable woman in the world and she's by fact, the second weirdest person I've met. I'm still the weirdest person in the world and there's no competition with that. Mom had me when she was a teenager and according to her, dad never existed because I came from a one night stand. It was difficult for me to go through all the daddy daughter camps that Bianca and all the girls in school looked forward to and gushed over and all of the father daughter dates Anna claims her father takes her for. But I'm okay, I'm over it. I'm not the only kid who has never known what a father's hug feels like neither am I the only one with a mom who changes her men like the way she changes her beddings. For me, this is life.