Chapter 4
I woke up exhausted. Mom and her boyfriend were on the up again, so last night instead of screams of "I hate you, you f*****g b***h," I had to drown out screams of, "Yes! Oh, god, yes!" all night long. I'm not sure which is worse.
As usual, I was the only one up at this hour. I peered at my pasty image in the mirror as I brushed my teeth. My dark circles were looking more pronounced and now I was starting to get bags under my eyes. I thought that only happened to old people. I also saw that I needed a haircut. God, I just wanted to go back to bed.
I decided to have a shower instead. I didn't feel any better about life, but at least I was awake – and clean.
Before leaving, I packed all my meager belongings into an old rucksack and took it with me. The eviction notice was sti
