Chapter 4

Darlene rotated the scissors, digging the point into her thigh. She paused, then applied more pressure and turned them the other way. Her skin stretched, threatening to tear. It was one of those situations that Darlene should write about. Her journal and favorite pen were on the floor between her outstretched legs. The school psychologist always said, “Speak to a parent or other trusted adult rather than acting out.” Darlene shifted, and the beanbag seat crunched under her ass. Her parent was passed out on the couch with her mouth hanging open, and Darlene had considered pissing down the woman’s throat.

Miss Style was the only adult Darlene trusted, but she was off to California again. Boy George was her next thought. She could sneak into the Andersons’ backyard and let him fuck her. If Mr. Anderson caught them, he might fuck her, too.

It had never made Darlene feel less abandoned, but assuming her mother was a meth addict at least gave the woman an excuse. Gloria said the woman who was supposedly her mother was cool and rich, and they all went skinny dipping in her giant pool. That was the kind of mother Darlene had always dreamed about, someone like Miss Style, without a cock, of course.

Darlene liked Gloria and wanted to be excited with her about finally meeting her aunt, but not knowing any of your mother’s family wasn’t as bad as not knowing who your parents were. Still, Darlene wanted to be happy for Gloria. It wasn’t her fault, and Gloria had always been kind. She was the type of sister Darlene would want, but she’d settle for a kissing cousin, and that girl sure knew how to kiss.

A burst of piss shot across the crappy carpet. Blots soaked into the top page of her journal. Darlene watched the blue ink spread out as the paper swelled, blurring her previous thoughts. The scissors drew blood. Darlene stiffened and released the three Cokes she drank earlier in a long arching stream. The golden liquid splattered her feet and ankles. It was better than drowning the woman in the other room or getting caught with a dog’s dick in her. Wasn’t it?

Darlene swore and punctured her leg again. It was stupid to let herself imagine a family and happily ever after. That wasn’t her lot in life. Sally probably wasn’t her mother, anyway, but even if she were, the woman had given her up when she was a baby. Was there any excuse for that?