Roberta's POV Part 1

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‘Bert! Get up! It’s eight o’clock! You have visitation with your old man today.’
I had a headache that wouldn’t quit.
The bright light from the open window made me wince in pain. I didn’t see how Karen was up and cheerful as normal.
‘I want the license number of the bus that hit me.’
‘You’ll feel better after a smoke and some aspirin.’ Karen reassured me.
‘If that doesn’t help, I’ll have Daddy make you up one of his famous hangover cures.’


I didn’t drink on a normal basis.
I always vowed I wouldn’t since both my parents were major alchos. However; Karen’s folks were out and we got bored.
I finally allowed her to make us some mixed drinks. They were good going down, but I felt like total dren now.
I also let her talk me into taking a few hits of her parent’s bubble bong.


‘You get used to it after awhile.’ Karen continued to chatter while I rolled out of bed.
I really did need a cigarette.
‘I don’t plan on getting used to it.’ I informed her.
Alcohol was one vice I never planned to adopt. I already had an addiction to nicotine.


‘Don’t be a square.’ Karen chided me.
‘You have to learn to drink socially when your one of our set. You just have to learn how not to over do it.’
‘My Dad quit drinking and as far as I know, he hasn’t looked back.’ I retorted.
I’ve known Karen since my folks first stuck me in boarding school. She could be a pill sometimes, trying hard to be cool, but when my parent’s break up and the reasons behind it hit the tabloids, she made the uncool decision to stand by me. She even got into fights with the snooty popular girls that made jokes about my Dad being a queer.


As for Dad giving up alcohol, I was really proud of him. I only wish Mom would quit.
Since she and Dad broke up, it’s only gotten worse.
Mom starts her mornings with Bloody Mary’s for breakfast. By the end of the day, she’s drinking her vodka straight on the rocks.


When Dad first left us for that thing he’s living with, Mom and I had the opportunity to grow closer.
Then she started dating again.
I knew ‘The Count’, as I call my hated stepfather, was a creep from the get go. He tried to win me over at first with expensive gifts and even my own little bungalow on his private Island. That cottage turned out to be little more than a broken down shack full of cockroaches.
I also felt really uncomfortable because Mom and The Count are always fighting tooth and nail.
He tries to control her, but if I stand up to him, she reprimands me.
All Mom cares about anymore is The Count’s damned money!


The Count did buy my car and supply me with credit cards, but only after privately telling me that he didn’t care much for me as a person. Except for holidays he wanted me to stay away.
When I told Mom, she cried a little, but agreed that it would be best if I stayed with Dad when I wasn’t in school.
Since I’m no longer wanted on the Island, Mom reluctantly allowed me to stay with Karen on weekends and school holidays.
I won’t stay with Dad. That is so out of the question!
Though Remington put on this sweet act that he was glad Dad and I were talking again, I knew he wouldn’t want me around anymore than The Count did. Remington also had a pretty little orphaned niece that had my Dad wrapped around her little pinky too.
Though Dad insists that I was still number one in his heart, it hurt to know otherwise.
He couldn’t help talking about the little twerp. I thought his going on about Helen was bad! That was nothing compared to the spell Lanie had him under!
I tried hard never to show how much it hurt when he actually called Lanie his other daughter.
Damn it! I was his only daughter.
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