Lonely

ELLIE: It's Thursday, and I already have my things ready for the weekend, to spend time with my father and my two younger siblings. My mom got custody of only me and my little brother and sister had to stay with my dad. My mom didn't trust my dad with me, and it always bothered me on how she didn't trust him with me when he provided more time for me than she did. She'd either leave me home alone all day and night while getting drunk or sleeping with some guy, or she'd just come back with a bunch of her friends and party while I tried studying for whatever test I had in school. I never understood my mom and I never really knew why she and my dad divorced but it never really crossed my mind to even care so...why should I? At least I get to see both parents. I love to draw, that and playing with my siblings were my favorite things to do, my little sister: Elvira, sometimes we call her Vira, she was after me of course. Elvira was the sweetest little girl I've ever known, she would always be in her own little world and never caused trouble unless she couldn't get something she wanted. But most of all, she was loving towards people, and had a great heart for her young age, she's always wanted to be an actress for when she grows up, and I'm more than happy to help her achieve that goal. Sometimes when I'm over my dad's house, I'd go on my computer and try to find child auditions for my little sister to make her happy, and I would succeed. Now that I think of it, there's an audition for her about this new kids movie and the audition is next Saturday, which is amazing because I'm at my fathers every weekend and I loved it. Now don't get me started on my little brother: Elija, he's a good boy but always seems to get in trouble, containing to his age rate, he always asked for my mom since she had all three of us. He barely remembers anything about her, he only remembered her smile — or the way she yelled at me and dad. I felt bad for him, seeing all this drama at his age, Elvira never really saw the drama because like I said: she's always in her own little world. Since I'm the oldest, I got yelled at for everything and I thought I was being a little left out, until mom did something I'd thought she'd never do to me ever in her life of being my mother. However, my dad is the sweetest, he knows how to cook, knows how to do me and my sisters hair, knows how to be there, knows how to help us whenever we need him, and most importantly: he knows how to make me happy. I really don't know how to contact my dad whenever something happens or I just need to talk to him, because whenever I do: my mom always knows and takes my phones for weeks, months, sometimes even a whole year. I never understood the punishments my mom gave me, I could do the simplest things and still get in trouble and get called out names or when something bad happens, she'd call me a liar or wouldn't believe me. Hoping those things would change soon, but I can't tell the future, so I guess I'll just have to wait and see what happens. I got bored and hungry, so I decided to get up and walk downstairs to the kitchen, rummaging through the fridge to find a snack to sooth my grumpy stomach. It took me a while but I managed to make me a sandwich, setting it down on a plate as I finished making it. I sat it down on the kitchen counter and began to eat it, I sorta groaned and realized I put too much ketchup on it. But my stomach was too hungry to care so I just continued to eat it, as I did, I looked around the kitchen, watching as the lights flashed above me. It scared me at first glance but I soon got used to it: my dad's lights are better. "What are you doing?" My mom's voice is suddenly heard from behind me, I jumped, which caused my sandwich to fall out of my hands and onto the plate. I took a deep breath before turning to face my mom. "Eating a sandwich," She didn't look pleased as she moved me out the way and almost gagged when she saw the halve eaten sandwich on the plate. "What did I tell you about eating too much?" Her voice sounded clear and like she'd burst any time. "I haven't eaten anything all day-" "I don't care! You eat one thing, and the next thing you know, you get big and fat!" Her words struck me to the heart, tears sprung to my eyes and I swallowed the lump down my throat. "But I-" She cuts me off once more. "Save it! I've had it with you!" She grabbed my sandwich and threw it in the trash, a loud gasp leaving my lips. That was wasting food... Mom didn't even bother to hear what I had to say and just grabbed her purse, her heels clinking against the wooden ground as she stomped to get it. I didn't even take in her appearance, her hair was did curly, she had on heels and a dress, I knew she was going somewhere and wouldn't be back for a while. I walked over to the trash and looked at my unfinished sandwich just lying there splattered, the ketchup messed up the trash bag and the ham and bread far apart. I turn when I felt mom grip my wrist and yanked me up from the trash, her fingers gripping my chin, making me wince a little in pain. Her tone was venomous as she spoke. "I know exactly what is in that fridge and pantry, if I see anything missing." She leaned in to where I could smell the mixture of cigarettes and liquor on her breath. "You will regret it." She released my chin before turning her heel, storming out the house, the sound of the door slamming made me sigh with relief. I felt safe whenever I'm home alone or with my siblings and my father, though since my phone got taken...again, I have nothing to do. For the next few hours, I grew even more hungry, but knowing how my mom is, she will check to see if I eaten anything. It's so crazy because while I have an empty plate, she eats everything she wants, right in front of my face which pisses me off and makes my stomach even more grumpy. But with my dad, he lets me eat whatever I want but not too much, he's strict but fair, but mom: I don't know what she is. There were times she tried to make me betray my father by saying bad things about him, but did I fall for it? Nope. I felt so, so hungry: it made me feel sick and sleepy, I wanted to throw up but that'll mean I'm just puking up my fluids and that's not good. I held onto my stomach, I hate the feeling when it rumbles, it makes me uncomfortable, I just wanted to sleep. I also wanted to eat, but who knows what my mom will do to me if anything went missing because I was dying from starvation: she'll do it, I know she will. One more day...one more day... I thought to myself, tomorrow is Friday, that means I'll see my dad, I really miss him and I can't wait to jump in his arms even though I just started seeing him years ago. My eyes started getting heavy, so I closed them, getting ready for the next day ahead. At least I have school tomorrow — Well, that started off a little rough but at least you guys got introduced to most of the characters, the stepdad will be introduced soon: so get ready! — — Let me know what you guys thought about this chapter!! Bye! —