The Ninth Gate

"Mom! I don't wanna do-" I got cut off.

"What did you just say? Wanna? Don't you mean Want to?" My mother said.

"Whatever!" I shouted, you see we have a very complicated relationship, and to top it all off, we don't have anything in common, not even how we look, "Why do I even have to go? I'm not like you I don't wanna – Sorry, want to – do this can't you see that? I hate being your daughter because you make me do things that I despise! I just want to be a regular girl! Isn't that why you came to America!" My mother looked at me sadly.

"Rosalinda, just go. I don't want to see you right now." My mother hates me. In fact, she gets migraines from me.

"FINE! HOW ABOUT I NEVER COME BACK? I BET YOU WOULD LIKE THAT WOULDN'T YOU?" I yelled. She didn't protest so I just stormed out, got on my bike put on my helmet and rode off to my tree.

"Rose! Rose? Where are you?" My best friend Faith called. She had brunette hair that went just past her shoulders, blue eyes, and a bubbly personality. But she also had a dark side; when she got pissed off, whoever she was mad at, they were in big trouble. Her features were fair, she had a perfect nose, perfect mouth and lip shape, and she was considered one of the prettiest girls in school. I was not. I had long, wavy black hair that framed my face in an awkward way, a slightly crooked nose, and much to un-perfect lips. (Faith always said that I would grow into my looks. I never believed her.) But then there's my personality that let no one through my walls, making it impossible to truly get to know me, except for Faith. My eyes, usually emotionless, were hard to describe, the best I can do is that I have mood eyes. They change color, but since I don't show emotion, they are usually just... well, Rosie.

"Up here!" I called to Faith. I wiped my eyes, hoping she wouldn't notice. She knows everything about me and my mom. She is the only one who knows about my dad to. Faith started climbing up. When she got to the branch I was on, she scooted over nervously; she has a minor issue with heights.

"What happened?" She asked soothingly. I looked her in her beautiful blue eyes, and told her everything.

"She didn't even deny it this time, Faith. She didn't even care enough to deny it."

"Well, maybe she just didn't hear you…?" she asked, I looked at her incredulously, "I know I'm just trying to make excuses, but I don't think she hates you. Maybe she just doesn't –"I looked at her incredulously again, "Okay! Okay! What do you want me to tell you? 'Cause I'm definitely not going to tell you that she hates you."

"I want you to tell me the truth." I said.

"Rosie, you know –"She was cut off by Brian Fellerman.

"Oooo! Rosie and Faith, sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G, first comes love, then comes the baby in the –" I jumped down from the tree, it only hurt a little, anyway I jumped down landed smoothly and walked right up to him, this was the last straw, and I just punched him with everything I've been holding back since the 3rd grade. He looked at me with shock and disbelief, and then started screaming.

"Ow! Ow! Ow! I think she broke my nose! Owwwwwwww! Oh, Ah, oooowww!" I pushed him down with all my might and bent down over him.

"If you ever, talk to Faith or I again, I will steal away into your house in the middle of the night and kidnap you. You got that?" I whispered menacingly. He nodded his head scared. I pulled him up and pushed him.

"Get out of here!" I yelled. He almost tripped but he regained his footing and ran away.

"Rosie?" Faith called down, "You know your moms gonna be furious, right?" She asked.

"What Mom? I'm not going home to her."

"Ro, you have to, she's gonna be worried sick." I looked at her. She looked back, with her special stare that makes me always loose when were having staring contests.

"Okay, okay! I'll go home." I relented.

"Good." Faith said, while climbing down the tree and jumping at the last few feet, "Let's goes home now."

"Ugh! Fine!" I huffed.

"Bye, Faith. See you tomorrow." I said while continuing to walk to my house. When I got there, I saw my mom at the table, with her back turned to me.

"Mom, A-are you okay?" I asked her.

"I thought you weren't coming back." She said slowly.

"Well, Faith changed my mind." My mom chuckled and stood up with a bottle in her hand.

"Reeeealllllly? Issss that ssso?" She slurred, turning around towards me. I looked at her with horror written all over my face. I realized the bottle was vodka.

"H-have you been drinking?" I asked. She walked towards me, with surprising speed, dropping the bottle on the floor, making it spill everywhere. When she got to me she looked mad, like really mad.

"M-mom, what are you going to – "I started, but she slapped me.

"I HAVE PUT UP – WITH –YOU – FOR – 16 – YEARS! AND I'M SICK OF YOU!"She yelled at me in between slaps. I was crying now. She was the only family I had left and she was treating me like dirt! Suddenly she grabbed me by my shirt collar and dragged me up the stairs once she got to the top, she said:

"I wish you were dead." And then she pushed me down the stairs.

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