Loathing Logan

Amber

Amber's POV

"AMBER! where the hell is this girl? It's late." I could hear dad's voice yelling and complaining from downstairs. I can't stand being in this hell-hole. I knew he was getting hungry and impatient. It was late after all, and he'd soon have to leave for work. I never asked him for a ride to my new job, yet he always gets preoccupied with me.

Mom probably drank too much again and is knocked out cold in her room. It's our never-ending cycle in this stupid house. Dad has to be mom and dad to me because mon is always complaining about her poor pathetic excuse of a life.

Dad and I try doing our best to keep this house going, but with a mother like mine that keeps on wasting our damn income on her fucking drinking and smoking habit helps nothing at all. She loves to tell us how the house is always messy and untidy.

Our house is in bad need of a fresh coat of paint as well. But van you blame us? Dad and I are always out of the house working and in school or cheer practice for me.

He and I had saved up enough to paint the house ourselves, but I did the huge mistake of not locking my room when counting the money. She hid behind my door and saw where we hid the money.

When I came back from work from the diner I have been working part-time at, the money was gone. I knew it was her. It had to be. No one else would have taken it other than her. Dad was pretty disappointed. I know he tries to hang on because he still loves her, but I have grown to despise her.

I hate that she doesn't care about dad or me. I hate that she cares only about her and that she never cares about helping out. She always complains that she was meant to have a better life. If only she had married that rich guy she met a year before marrying dad. I bet even then the guy would have long divorced her. She's nothing but a gold digger.

She has done nothing but cause us burdens and heartaches. I hate living here with her. I can't wait to leave for college. Yet a part of me wants to stay and help pops. I know he's going to have it hard when I leave. He won't have the little money I help with to pay bills and buy groceries.

"I'm almost done. One second dad." I yelled back from upstairs. I took a once-over on my mirror and fixed my shirt that had the logo of the new place I was going to be working for. I had officially quit working at the diner last night after I was called back from the new bistro opening at our local vineyard.

They wanted to make changes and hire high school and college students. It was a big deal for me, since not a lot of people in our town like hiring high school students saying we are too immature and irresponsible. They have no idea how badly I need this job.

I ran like crazy out of that diner and headed to the vineyard where I got my new shirts and apron that was to be worn while we worked. Best thing yet- I get paid a whole five dollars more than what I was getting paid at the diner.

"Come on baby girl! We gotta get going. You won't have time to eat breakfast if you don't come down here now." Dad yells one more time making me laugh.

'Alright, alright. I'm coming." I grabbed my phone and small knapsack and throttle down the stairs.

Dad stood by the table, with two plates full of pancakes, bacon, and eggs on them.

He smiled as he placed the plates down and gestured me to sit.

"There you are. Now come on, eat up. I'll drop you off at your new job on my way to work."

"Thanks, dad. but I can get there myself, I don't want you being late to your own work." I smiled and sat, grabbing my fork and digging in.

"Nonsense, I'm working just a few buildings down from you, I'll drop you off before I head on to my job."