I pulled into the driveway of my house and pulled Henry's key out. I still feel bad about taking his car. Well I actually feel bad about pretty much everything right now. I pulled out my key and turned the lock quickly. I swung the door open to an empty living room. I shuffled through the door frame and set my stuff down on the couch. "Mom, are you home?" I yelled lightly, hoping for a reply. No answer. Of course she wasnt home. Ever since my dad and her got a divorce, she has been disapearing for hours at a time then coming home with clothes on that I have never seen before. And most of the time they are guys clothes. Shes probably gonna kick my ass when she gets home though. I lugged my stuff up to my bedroom and threw it in my closet. I was shaking a lot. Probably because I was hungry. I was to tired to go downstairs and get food so I just layed down on my bed. Before long my eyelids grew heavy and I was asleep. I slept for a few hours. I was awoken by the sound of a door shutting. "Charlotte, are you home?" I heard my mother yell to me. Without answering I got up and hobbled down the stairs, my hair still in tangles. She watched we make my way down the stairs slowly. "What happened to you?" She said staring at my neck. "What do you mean?" I questioned at her gaze. She slowly walked up to me and pointed to my neck. "What is that" she said still pointing at it. I quickly ran to the bathroom and looked in the mirror at that spot. There it was. A big hickie. I guess more happened with henry in our little makeout session than I remember. My mom followed me into the bathroom. "Did you sleep well last night?" She said trying to change the subject because she doesnt like to talk to me about that kind of stuff. My mom didnt really didnt care about what I do with guys as long as I was save. Right now though, I was busted. I gave her a guilty smile. "What?" She said confused. "I guess you wanna know where I was dont you?" I said feeling queesy. "Did you go somewhere?" She said, sounding even more confused. "Wait, what?" I said getting angry. "Honey, ive been gone since yesterday." She said smiling and putting her hand on my shoulder. "So you didnt even realize that I was gone?" I said shoving her hand off my shoulder. "No, but its ok I dont care just as long as you weren't drinking, having sex, or doing drugs." She said reassuringly. "No mom, its not ok. What if I was in serious danger? I mean with the circumstances I couldve been. Why arnt you ever here? You dont even care enough to realize that ive been gone since the morning yesterday." I yelled at her. "Dont talk to me like that young lady." She said scowling at me. I quickly ran to my room. I shut and locked the door so she couldnt get in. She didnt try to anyway. My mom really doesnt care about me. She used to but I feel like she gave up. Maybe its my fault. I probably shouldnt dwell on it though.
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