“I talked to your father and we are both very disappointed, you’re not allowed to go out until he comes back. Only school and you better be home right away,” She warned and then left. I opened my drawer and was about to put on one of my VHS tapes but they were all missing. What! I searched my whole room but they were gone. Tears came out of my eyes as I shook with fury. I slammed open the door and heard some of the wood frame crack but I didn’t care.
“Who the fucking hell took my videos!” I shouted at my stepsisters and Alyssa, they all sat there in silence eating dinner. Alyssa looked at me like I was crazy. I slammed my fist against the table, shaking it and spilling a cup of water. I didn’t care about the pain that coursed through me right now, only my videos.
“Michaela! Calm down and go to your room.” Alyssa demanded.
“No, now which one of you fucking whores took them?” I continued shouting. They all looked a little scared of me then. “If you don’t fucking tell me now, I will…,” I didn’t know what I was going to do but I was going to do something to get them to talk, “Trash your fucking shit,” I came up with, lame but still. I couldn’t believe I was swearing so much. I’d never sworn so much in one conversation before. “Tell me!” I yelled at them. No one said anything, but Reggie and Gert smiled to each other now. “Fine,” I said and then went to one of the drawers. “You asked for it,” I said, pulling out the scissors. They all froze at that. Like I was going to kill them. Idiots, I’m not a psycho, well maybe at this moment I was but not really. I ran up the stairs and kicked open Gert’s door. I heard them all following me. I pulled out some of her clothes prepared to let out some anger with the scissors in hand.
“No!” Gert shouted tackling me. I grabbed her hair and rolled on top of her.
“Where are they?” I shouted, pulling harder as she screamed. Wow, I really was turning into a psycho.
“I threw them out,” she cried. I let go, feeling stunned. She pushed me off and ran to her mother.
“How could you?” I asked suddenly numb and having no energy or anger, only tears. Alyssa grabbed me by the back of the neck and dragged me down the stairs, throwing me outside. I didn’t care, suddenly nothing mattered.
“If you even think of coming in, I’m calling the cops on you,” she threatened. She threw out my school bag a couple minutes later. Good thing I showered this morning because I definitely wasn’t going to get one tomorrow. But I didn’t care about that, all that kept going through my head was, now I would never get to those tapes again and that was something I wasn’t sure I could live without. I’d always needed them when I was feeling down or just when I missed my parents, what would I do now? I had nothing and no one.
James
I felt a lot better after finally admitting it, it was like I was finally letting some of the weight off my shoulders. But what now? I went home hoping Mickey would be in front of me but no such luck.
“Did you apologize?” dad asked me right away.
“Yes.” I smiled, happy that I did. I never imagined Mickey or anyone would forgive me after everything but Mickey was not anyone, she was Mickey. Dad seemed surprised but why shouldn’t he be, I was smiling. A first in a long time.
“Good, I’m glad son,” he said, putting his hand on my shoulder. I went outside to help June carry in groceries. Reggie and Gert were by the garbage laughing.
“Where did you find these!” Reggie asked delighted.
“Her drawer, she’s going to freak out,” Gert told her, both laughing in unison.
“What are they doing?” I asked, talking to June for the first time in days. She smiled a bit.
“They’re where they belong. Hopefully they’ll stay there,” June joked. I had to smile at that, but still what were they up to.
“Hopefully,” I agreed. I told June I’d get the last of the bags and she went inside, but before I did that I had to take a look. For some reason all my senses were telling me that this was more than mean, whatever they were doing, and I was right. Once I opened the lid, I saw all thirteen of Mickey’s VHS tapes, the ones of her parents. Oh shit. This made me mad. Being mean was one thing but this, this was too far. I quickly took them all out; thankful they were still in perfect condition. After I hid them in my room, I went down to eat. The dinner table was more lively than normal or maybe I was just finally joining in. After dinner I knew I had to tell Mickey. No matter how mad she was at me and how much she hated me it didn’t matter, I had to tell her. The windows were open in the big house and I almost had a clear view of the kitchen where they all sat, all but Mickey who was screaming and hitting the table. Crap, I guess she already found out. I could hear only so much but I could hear Mickey perfectly.
“Which one of you fucking whores took them?” I caught. They might all sleep around, including Paix which was scary on its own but still Mickey would never say that, much less yell it. She was a loose cannon now. She continued shouting, saying fuck a lot. I held my breath as she picked
