Pass me Another Bottle, Honey, The Jaeger's so sweet{1}

Pass me Another Bottle, Honey, The Jaeger's so sweet

Part 1

"OMG, Gemma. Volume much!" My mother shouted as she passed my room door.
"Nah, I think it needs to go louder" I laugh as I turned the volume up to 90
"Gemma, that music is terrible, it only gets you into terrible things" she complained

I rolled my eyes at that comment. Terrible things. There was nothing I hadn't tried. 18 and I've been arrested 3 times, been high of my face, been completely wasted and anything that can be pierced I've had done but then taken by my evil mother. Tattoos ! Yup, I've got them.

"Gemma, are you even listening to a word i'm saying" she shouted
"Nope, I was not you cranky old bitch" I muttered under my breath
"What was that, young Lady!" she sneered at me as she towered over me.
"I said, You only hate that music. Cause Dad was fricking immseresed in it"
"Don't mention your father in this" she sneered at me
"Well looks like I did " I smiled
"Gemma, I dunno what I am going to do with you" she said as she walked out of my room

My Mother everyone. The complete opposite to myself. I don't know how my father stayed married to her for 10 years. I was three when they got married. I don't remember much of that but those were the happy days. Until I turned 13, it went sour. My mother began to be a lot less happy about my fathers social habbits and also how he'd dissappear on tour for a few months without calling her. Me on the other hand he loved adoreablly.
When they decided to spilt and then divorce, my mother got custody of me which I was totally not thrilled about, but I got the summer months with my dad. But that became the only time I got to see him, unless I paid $40 to see him:/

We still talk loads, but I haven't seen him since I don't know when. My mother stopped me going to see him. Her hatre of him grew and grew, as I started to get into same music of him, it got worse. We both are into the same metal bands and I fricking love his band, more than any regular fan would.
My pateince was wearing thin with my mother these days. Ever since I turned 18, she's been more and more protective of me.

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"GEMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" mom barked at me from downstairs.
"What now!" I muttered to myself
"GEMMA!!!!! A WORD NOW" she shouted
I put down my guitar and walked downstairs to confort my mother.
"Gemma what is this all about!" she sneered as she held a piece of paper
"Amm, it's a ......long piece of paper" I smiled
"It's not time for jokes Missy!" she glared at me
"Fine" "It shows you have no sense of humour" I muttered under my breath
"Gemma, why is there a charge from Extreme TATTOO on my credit card"
"Fuck, that" I said
"Excuse me!, Gemma do you have a tattoo?" she asked
"Amm, not excatly!"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"I don't have 1"
"Good, where did this charge co..."
"I have ....a few" I said biting my lip.
"A FEW, How many is A FEW" she said raising her tone
"Amm, let's see, my wrists that's 2, my ribs, that's 3,my upper back ....and my shoulder plus upper arm...." I said
"GEMMA!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" she screamed
"What?!"
"Does your father know about these?" she asked
"Ammm, where do you think I got the money from" I smiled nervously
"That's it.... He's making me out to be the bad parent"
"Well, your doing that on your own" I muttered
"What was that?"
I took a deep breath and closed my eyes
"WELL YOUR DOING THAT ON YOUR OWN!!!" I shouted
"How, How Am I ?" she questioned

Then we fought for hours. I was fianlly getting everything off my chest about her.

"I'm leaving Mom!!" I screamed
"No, your are not!!!" she sneered
"Yes, I am" I said getting up, running up stairs and then locking my door.
"Gemma, Open this door ...NOW" she said slamming on the door
"NO!!"

I quickly grabbed my backpack from my closest and started filling everything I had into it. Also I had my laptop on and was booking the 1st ticket out of Jesrey. I wasn't staying here much longer. I was going to the place, where I'd be happy. Where people would respect me. I had everything I need in my backpack and I had booked my ticket with my darling mothers credit card. All I had to do was call the one person who'd understand my leaving. My cell was lying beside my laptop, I picked it up and dialled the number.

"Yeah, Hey it's me"
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"Remember, what we talked about last night?"
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"Well, I'm leaving .... today?"
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"Thanks, Can't wait to see you too"
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"Love you too, ByeBye"

That's it, everything was set, now to get the airport and get out of this god for saken hellhole of a house.

So?? :)

xxGemma