iGet Kicked Out

Chapter 1:

I never really pictured for her to go this far. I never pictured myself packing so many bags, so angrily. I never thought that I could scream that loud or feel so much hatred. I never knew I could cry this much.

I took a moment to sit on my bed for the last time and I thought about what happened to me. My own mother, having one too many drinks, kicked me out of my home. After all I'd done for her. After all of these sixteen years.

I looked around my room at everything before I packed it. Most things I just stuffed into suitcases angrily, but the things that mattered the most to me I gently placed in.

I looked at myself in the mirror. My long blonde hair looked frizzy and uncared for. And I didn't care. My blue eyes were more bloodshot than I'd ever thought.

"SAM! HURRY UP!" I heard that witch of a mother scream to me.

I wanted to curse her out, right there. But she was one of the few people I knew who was stronger than me. And she could kill me if she wanted to. She was an angry woman.

I knew a day like this would come. But I thought some neighbors would hear my mom screaming and hurting me, and my mom would go to jail and I'd live happily ever after away from her. But now, my mom was kicking me out. Why? I didn't know. And I didn't really want to know.

I had just an hour to pack everything I had and bring it to Carly's house. Well, my mom didn't tell me to go to Carly's. But she told me to leave. And Carly's house was obviously where I planned to go.

I had so many bags and suitcases and I roughly pulled my door open. I saw my mom wearing revealing clothes, with her creepy, disgusting looking boyfriend who was staring at me.

"Goodbye mom," I whispered, fighting tears. No, I wasn't going to miss her. But I hated that I was giving this all up. And I hated thinking about the fact that someone as cruel as her could have given birth to me.

"Don't call me that," my mother spat. "Get out of here. And never come back!" She was screaming.

I had no idea why suddenly one day she decided to kick me out. But I figured that night, I would be lying in Carly's apartment safely next to Carly and we'd be talking about what had happened and we'd put the pieces together.

I muttered some words that I'm not going to mention here. But when the big, disgusting man got up and ran for me with his big fist aiming for my face, I ran out of there with tears flying behind me.

I ran, having no money for any bus or anything. I ran to Carly's apartment building, and thank God it wasn't too far because I was carrying a lot of stuff. I got up there and knocked on the door.

An unfamiliar man answered the door to Carly's apartment.

"Um," I said with shaky, crying breaths. "Who are you? And where's Carly?"

"I'm Carly's father." The man was tall and tan. He looked very strict and serious, like he couldn't have been related to Carly.

"Since when do you live with Carly?" I snapped.

Carly's dad took a deep breath as if he just realized something and he put his hand on his forehead. "You're Sam, aren't you?"

I forced a small grin. "That's me," I said.

I saw Carly behind her big father. He wasn't fat. He just had a lot of muscles and it was obvious.

Carly looked like she usually did. She was wearing a purple tee shirt with a pink smiley face on it, and pink skinny jeans. Her dark hair was straightened and her dark eyes looked worried as she ran over to me. "Oh my gosh, Sam, are you okay?"

I sniffled, realizing how obvious it was that I've been crying. "Never been better," I said sarcastically. "And you never told me your dad lived with you!"

"He just moved in today," Carly explained. "It's a long story. But oh my gosh, Sam!"

I explained shakily, trying not to cry, "My mom… she kicked me out. Forever. And this is going to sound weird, and mean, but…" I couldn't finish my sentence. I burst out crying, and I realized how much it was to ask someone if you could move in with him or her.

"Aw, oh my gosh, Sam!" Carly exclaimed. She seemed like she was about to come over and hug me, but Carly's father, still next to Carly, blocked the doorway with his big, tan arm.

"Sam," his deep voice said. "I wish you luck in finding a home. And I can help you with foster care and all but…"

"Foster care?" I interrupted loudly. "I am not going into foster care!" I started crying.

"But," he continued, "You are not permitted to live with us."

"Why not?" I screamed. "SPENCER!" I screamed that loudly and Spencer came running down.

"Sam, are you okay?" Spencer asked.

"No!" I shouted. "Your dad thinks he can come marching into your house and now he makes the rules!"

"Well, Sam, not everyone is okay with you eating all of their meat," Spencer said.

"It's not even that!" I yelled, tears running down my cheeks. "My mom kicked me out of my house. I have nowhere to go! I have no family! But you and Carly have always been like family to me! And I know it's way too much to ask… but I'll even do chores!"

Carly gasped. She was also crying. Not nearly as hard as me, but she cared about me so much and I knew it. "Dad…" she whispered. "She'll even do chores. She never does chores. She's desperate. Look at her!"

My eyes stung and I could barely see.

"Carly and Spencer have mentioned you a lot over the years," Carly's dad said. "And as of now, you and Carly are lucky to even be friends. But I cannot have someone like you living with us. Now, like I said, I can help you."

"Stop acting like you care!" I screamed. "I hate you! And this is probably going to be the last time you see me because there's no point in living anymore! Bye… forever."

I slammed the door and sat against the wall next to the apartment. I never cried this hard before in my life. I couldn't breathe. I was ready to die. But at the same time, I wasn't.

Suddenly, I heard a door open. It wasn't Carly's. I looked up to see Freddie. "I heard screaming," he said softly. "What you said to Mr. Shay, it's true?"

I nodded. I couldn't speak. Freddie came and sat next to me. He looked at me in the eyes. "Sam, I'm not letting you go into foster care. And unlike Carly's dad, my mom actually sort of cares about you. Yes, she hates that you hurt me. But she cares about you. And while you were screaming, I talked to her a bit, and she said that you could have dinner with us tonight. And maybe… just maybe… you can move in with us."

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