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The Family
Chapter 1
"Ok Elliot, you've been out here for a half hour. Grow some balls and go knock on the door." I thought to myself, pacing back and forth in front of my dad's house. I had been here for a while, thinking and pacing, thinking and pacing.
My parents were separated and actually had never been married. You see, my mom is what you might call a whore, me, I call her an undevoted, uncaring, drunk of a mother. Don't get me wrong, I love my mom, she brought me into this world and kept a roof over my head for 19 years, I just don't love what she does, how she acts or who she is, but I love her. My parents met right out of high school, my mom was 18, my dad 19. They went out for a whole three weeks before breaking up. In those three weeks, I was conceived. My mom told my dad about me, she's not an evil person, she didn't want to keep me from him, but he was trying to develop his wrestling career, so, I didn't ever really know my dad. I stayed at his house one week every couple of months for a few years, before his career really launched. But, whenever I was over at his house, his friends were over too, so we never really had father daughter time. I really liked his friends, they were great guys; such great guys I even call them my uncles. I am really close to them all, occasionally, even, receiving a call from them just to see how I am doing, seeing as how they know how my mother is and since my dad is traveling with the company, they are my only people to talk to, seeing as how I had no siblings. Part of me really wanted a brother or sister to talk to sometimes but other times I realized that it was definitely for the best to be an only child seeing as how if I had a sibling they would probably be just as miserable as I was, and I don't know how I would be able to handle seeing a sibling suffer.
I really only ever see my dad when he's injured because he travels so much. My dad had gotten pretty badly injured a couple of months ago and had been home so I paid him some visits, helping him out. One day, I went over to help him with his laundry because his wife, Stephanie McMahon, was working. After I had finished, he told me he was going to be heading out on the road soon and he wanted me to join him. He also knew I was taking a year off before college and thought seeing the country would be good for me. I was shocked, this was the first time I'd ever seen him try to actually be my dad. I told him I would have to think about it and I'd get back to him.
So here I am, still pacing. Finally, when I had been over my decision many times, I walked up to the door. I hugged my sweatshirt tighter to me after I knocked. Stephanie opened the door with her always present beaming smile; that's one of the reason I really like her, she's always friendly and she treats me as if I am a daughter of her own. She definitely treats me better than my own mom does, that's for sure.
"Elliot! What a nice surprise! Come in, Come in." She said ushering me in.
"Hey Steph! Actually I just came to talk to my dad. Is he here?" I asked with a smile.
"Yes, yes. He's upstairs packing." She said taking my hand and leading me upstairs. Once we got upstairs she started calling his name. "Paul! Paul!"
"I'm in here." He responded from the office. Stephanie smiled at me and gestured for me to go in.
"Thanks." I said watching her walk down the stairs. I stared at the door a minute before knocking. He yelled for me to come in, which I did.
"Dinner ready already?" He asked without looking away from the computer.
"Beats me." I replied with a shrug. He looked up and smiled.
"Ellie! I'm glad you stopped by. Take a seat." He said gesturing to a chair. "Sorry about the dinner thing, I should've known it wasn't Steph, she never knocks." He said with a chuckle. I smiled and sat down. "So what brings you by? Have you thought about my offer?"
"Actually, yes. That's why I'm here. I've been up and down with this a lot. I am going to go with you." I paused taking a second to collect my emotions that were suddenly raging out of control on the inside, waiting to be made public. "Only because I need to get away from mom, to travel and because I really, really want to get to know my dad." I said feeling tears building. Whenever my friends talk about doing things with their fathers, I always get pretty sad because I've never been really given the opportunity. This is my chance to finally know him and no way was I going to let this slip through my fingers.
He smiled at me and stood up, walking around his desk. He pulled me into a hug. "You have no idea how long I have waited to hear that." I looked up and saw the tears in his eyes and laughed while wiping my tears. I knew he wouldn't let his tears fall but knowing they were there made me realize I made the right decision. He wanted to get to know me too.
"Hey you two, dinner's ready! Elliot, you'll stay right dear?" Stephanie yelled from the kitchen. I looked at my dad and nodded.
"Yeah, that would be great." I yelled down at her. Paul smiled at me, grabbed my shoulders from behind and gently led me down into the kitchen. This was going to be my last home cooked meal for a while; we were leaving tomorrow.
I stepped through the front door quietly, careful not to make a sound as I closed the door. I tip-toed my way to my room, almost making it before my mom noticed me. I had my hand on my bedroom door knob when I heard her drunk voice carry through the halls.
"Elliot, that you?" She asked although it was barely understandable. I shut my eyes and let out a sigh.
"Yeah, it's me." I said turning on my bedroom light, set my purse on my bed before walking out into the living room.
"Where were you?" My mother, Helen, asked taking a sip of from her almost empty glass.
"I had dinner at dad's." I replied in annoyance
"I wish you would have told me that." She said standing up to, no doubt, refill her drink.
"I did tell you mother, you just must not have been listening." I said with a cringe of the memory of telling my mom I was leaving when she was getting groped at the moment by some creep on the couch.
"Well, perhaps next time you should make sure you have my attention." She slurred taking a sip from her freshly filled drink.
"Haven't you had enough?" I asked with disgust.
"Excuse you. You don't talk to your mother like that." She said narrowing her eyes at me.
"Oh please. You call yourself a mother? A mother is someone that raises their kids and cares for them. Mom's are there for their kids when they need her, they provide a sense of comfort for a kid. You aren't a mother. You're someone that got knocked up and was too damn drunk to get an abortion." I said, my voice rising with every word. Seeing how Stephanie interacted with Aurora tonight, made me realize I never really had a mother figure, I just had an adult, and I definitely use that term loosely.
The next thing I knew, there was a stinging sensation making its way across my cheek. I didn't even make a move to grab my cheek, the physical pain was nothing compared to the damage she had instilled on me on the inside.
"Well if I'm such a bad mother why don't you go live somewhere else?" She said, challenging me, taking a teasing gulp of her drink with a cocky look.
"Don't worry. I'll be gone by morning." I said marching to my room. I don't plan on telling her where I'm going, knowing she'll do something to mess it up for me.
"Good!" I heard her say before I closed my bedroom door. I immediately started packing. I squeezed every bit of clothing I had in my suitcase. I stuffed personal items in a duffel bag, thinking that maybe my dad would let me store some stuff at his house, seeing as how I was currently not welcome here. When I finished I looked around to make sure there wasn't anything that I had forgotten. Sure, I couldn't bring everything, but I wanted to bring everything that was important to me in any way. I walked over to my closet and grabbed a big shoebox I had. I sat on the floor with it and took off the lid. There laid a pair of knee-high black leather boots. They were the first thing I had bought with my own money and I definitely couldn't forget them. I reached into the left boot, squeezed my arm all the way down so my hand was in the toe's area of the shoe. When I pulled my hand out I brought out with me $500. It wasn't much, especially by todays standards, but it was my own personal stash. I had been saving for a while, waiting to get out of the house. Once I saved enough money, I was going to catch the first flight out to New York or LA or Boston or Miami, I hadn't quite decided. I wanted to make a name for myself somewhere. I needed to get away from the emotional and mental abuse my mother inflicted on me each and every day. I stored my money in my boots because my mom always brought home strange men, I didn't want the one thing that meant everything to me slip through my fingers. I walked back over to my suitcase and made my boots fit. I placed my money in my purse and curled into a ball on my bed, waiting for tomorrow to come. I remembered to set my cell phone alarm to go off at 7 in the morning, hoping I could escape without seeing my mom. The only thing I could do now was wait and hope for the best out of this whole situation I was putting myself in.
A/N: i have a new story. hope you guys like it, let me know what you think [oh and im going to be finishing The Visit off with an epilogue real soon so look out for that