Pettiness and ire

I remember my mother being so exhausted by her two full time jobs she maintained between my father quitting jobs every few months. She would give us some change to go to the bread store next door to go get a loaf of bread. We were practically starving children as my mother wasn't much of a cook. If you couldn't microwave it it wasn't cooked.

The few times she did cook it would have three temperatures. It was either raw,over cooked,or half raw half cooked. My mother had a thing about brussel sprouts where it would be slimy and soft on the outside and crunchy and bitter in the middle . We wasn't allowed to leave the kitchen table until it was all eaten . Even the family dog Seba wouldn't eat it as he spit it out one night in front of my mother.

She was terrible at making biscuits as they were always burnt on the top and soggy in the middle of not hard as a rock. One time we had a food fight after my mother left us with the biscuits and what we could manage to make out was watery soup with noting in it but left over food from the previous week. She would leave after attempting to feed us as sitting down at a dinner table together wasn't her thung. She fed us now it was time for her to leave.

The biscuits were so hard it broke the wall of the weak drywall . Every Wednesday night we had slop. As she would take all the lefts overs we had all week and put it in a pot and cook it all up. That would be dinner .I suppose we were lucky we had biscuits with our weekly slop but it did not good as we couldn't even eat it.

When it was raining outside we would play hide and seek and there wasn't many places to hide in that small house. So we had to be creative in our game. We had one tv locked in the pantry room and a old fashioned knob tv that would only pick up certain channels . Depending on the position of the rabbit ears is what channels we got. And don't even get me started about remote controls to change channels because you were the remote control if you wanted to watch TV.

No one was allowed to work the record player but my mom because of one of her records got scratched all hell broke lose. This was our only form of entertainment besides the V H S player that would play my mom's old hula competitions on . No one was allowed to touch those either except her. My mother was like a huge teenager she didn't want any of her things touched at all . She had a diet that consisted of a hand full of M and M's between jobs and she had so much make up and hair spray in her hair you can light a small fire with it.she always wore a huge bow in her hair.

My mother was a clutter rat she kept everything she owned since highschool and never gave anything away . We had a basement that flooded every time it rained and the stairs were so steep no one was allowed down there. All of my mother's highschool clutter was down there and everytime it rained it was a big ordeal.

Her closets were packed full of old uniforms from all the jobs she had previously and she had shoes that were in laundry baskets . It was a hoarders dream situation.

As we played hide and seek to entertain ourselves I ran into the middle room as I looked around. The closet door was cracked open in her room and I thought it would be a good place to hide because I learned my lesson when I hid under the bed.

I ran into the closet and closed the door as I prayed i wouldn't be found as I thought I was safe from discovery. I was a good hider Then I felt a shiver run up my back as I heard you should run as all the nerves in my felt on fire as felt the danger before I knew what was happening then I felt it the hot breathe on my neck as I knew someone was in the closet with me. I had my hand still on the knob as I knew I had to get out of the closet because the smell of old spice cologne lingered in the air as the breathing was closer now.I screamed and ran opening the door and ran outside making my break for my beloved doom buggy as I locked myself inside it .

That was the day that everytime a closet door was open I immediately shut it and held it shut a few minutes until I felt safe. This became a traumatic fear in me.

I woke up in a scream from my memories and that's when I saw it. Scarlett had left the closet door wide open and I was looking into a darkened open closet door in the dead of night. I ran and slammed it shut sitting against the door trying to keep out the bad memories that followed . My heart raced as I stayed against the door knowing no one here would sooth me when I had a bad dream.

Usually my beloved thunder would sooth me from the nightmares as I would run after school to pet him and talk to him like he was my only friend. I had always preferred beast to mundanes . But thunder was not there. He was sent to the glue factory for being a bad horse. I had no one. I was very sad. But I went to the farm anyway.

Angel was Scarlett's horse but she didn't like her. SHe would try to saddle the horse and angel would move to prevent her to saddling her and she would shove the bit in the worse mouth and tease the horse with apples and she would eat it herself.

I stood there as I remembered angel came out of the stall and pushed her nose against me . I pet her soft velvety nose and it made me feel better. I knew she was sad too because thunder was her brother. It must be sad to have a playmate their entire life and one day they were gone. I pet the horse until I was made to leave . Angel following me around and cried out when she saw me leaving the farm for the day.

Scarlett scoffed as she saw her horse following me and she had been trying to bait her with buckets of sweet feed and carrots for months. There was one time Angel bit her fingers when she tried to hand feed her. The horse didn't care much for Scarlett at all .Angel had over grown hooves and it was hard for her to run or gallop or even walk for long periods of time. Her hoof had long cracks in it which made it hard for the groomer to cut the problem hooves. Scarlett had tried many times to saddle and force the horse to ride but because she couldn't tighten the grip on the saddle without angel moving the saddle was loose.

A few times angel threw scarlett and she would threaten the horse with the glue factory if she didn't behave. When angel took to Melina . Scarlett saw war in her eyes and hate in her heart watching how angel pushed against her back begging for rubs. This brightened Melina's day just enough to ease her minds of her wicked nightmares she had the night before.

Scarlett went home and offered the shower first to Melina as she offered to make both of the beds properly and clean the closet they both shared. We had three types of clothes and they were in three types of sections. The shoes were to be lined up under the clothes. When Melina left for breakfast scarlet was in the closet arranging clothes . Before any one ate bedroom expections were done before food was served.

One by one the rooms got checked until they came to Scarlett and Melina's room. When they entered scarlets side was impeccable and Melina's side was a mess. Clothes in the closed was mixed and pulled off the hangers and thrown on the floor. The bed spread was yanked off the bed and thrown on the floor and the laundry basket was poured out on the floor.

Scarlett acted all innocent as the house parents stood in front of me. I knew I didn't have a bone to throw a dog in this fight. I knew Scarlett did this on purpose because angel her

horse came to me.