Disclaimer: I do not own Twilight.
Author's Note: This chapter is once again dedicated to twiligh-forever. Now we can have that talk.
Chapter Ten:
Downward Spiral Begins
From then on, it was seemingly impossible for Edward and me to be civil towards one another. I talked badly about him to my friends and anyone who'd listen, and so did he.
The hate that I felt for Emmett was now exponentially multiplied. Not only was he downright mean to me, but also to any one of my friends that were near; especially to Rosalie and Alice.
My problems didn't solely revolve around Edward though. My problems at home were getting much worse.
The court had made its final decision and my parents had joint custody. I continued living in the same house I grew up in when I was at my dad's house, but when I was with my mom, we lived in a shitty apartment.
When I was with my dad I was whole, complete. I didn't miss a day of school, unless I was really sick, while I was at his house. My mom's company, however, had the opposite effect.
When I was there, I missed an average of two day per week. I was not myself with her. I didn't like my mother, that's how bad things had gotten.
I didn't go to dance at all. I would tell my mother that I didn't feel well, but in truth, I just didn't want to see the beast. I also didn't want to see my mom there; she was worse there then she was at home.
Dance wasn't fun for me anymore. It was no longer my safe haven, but now my own personal hell. My dance "friends" didn't talk to me anymore because they were told I was a trouble make. They didn't even have the decency to confront me about it; they just started pretending I didn't exist.
Instead of dance, I sat on my couch all day watching TV. The only time I got off of my butt was to go get food. All of this lounging and eating was not good for my health; I gained ten pounds after two months.
The relationship between my mother and the she-devil was becoming more pronounced and, no matter how much I tried to deny it, I knew I would soon find out the inevitable. But this information still didn't help me the day I found out. The day I was brought out of my "funk' so to speak. I remember it like it was yesterday…
It was a Wednesday, and I was coming home from my mother's place. My dad and I were talking and all of a sudden he was telling me that my mother was a lesbian and she used to sleep over at the she-devils house. He also told me that he tried to ignore it, but when my mother left he couldn't take it anymore.
My whole world came crashing down and that was the first time in months that I showed any true emotion. I balled my eyes out. I cried until I couldn't cry anymore, and then the next day, I cried some more. It was amazing because this was the first time I had let myself cry since spring break. I had been holding it all in for so long that once I started, I couldn't stop.
Naturally, I had to go to school the next day. I was running late so I had to stop in the Guidance Office to get a late pass. It was a good thing I went there first because the second I walked in, I started crying all over again. That's the first time I saw my guidance counselor, and man did it help.
Life was going to get better, even if all of these things were going wrong; I would make it better.
Author's Note: These events really did happen in my life. Review if you'd like, or pm me if there's something private you don't want to write in a review.