I look at her disbelievingly. I know my mom is a cold-hearted bitch, but I never thought she would stoop as low as to kick her own daughter out over a petty argument.

“Why are you doing this? Where am I supposed to go?” I practically whine. “The streets?”

She finally finishes her task then turns to me. “I don’t know. You don’t have to live on the streets, but you sure as hell have to get out of here.” Her voice is saturated with venom.

“Maybe you can live ‘out’. I heard that’s a good place,” she mocks.

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The truth was, I didn’t have anywhere to go and living on the streets was quickly becoming an option. Sure, Madison’s parents liked me, but I could only stay for so long before overstaying my welcome. No, I couldn’t live on the streets. Surely my dad would stop all of this once he finds out what she did.

I sling my enormous duffel bag over my shoulder and stuff my belongings in with no emotion. I’ll stay at Madison’s house until my dad finds out, or at least until this all blows over.

I end up at Madison’s house and leave several messages on my dad’s cell and work number. That was four hours ago. Now, I hear my ringer go off. The caller ID says it is my dad.

“Dad?” I answer.

“Hey, honey. I saw you called me a few times. How are you? Is everything okay?”

I hesitate.

“Spencer?”

“It depends.”

He waits for me to continue.

“I don’t know if she told you yet but… mom kicked me out a few hours ago.”

“What?” he erupts with anger. “How dare she! I swear…” he trails off. Taking a deep breath to calm down, he speaks gently. “I’m sorry Spencer. Where are you now?”

“Madison’s.”

“Alright. Stay there for tonight and I’ll talk to your mother. Trust me, you’ll be back in the house by tomorrow,” he vows.

“Thank you so much,” I sigh, relieved.

“I’m going to take off from work tomorrow and we three are going to have a chat. I’ll pick you up…what time?”