Lifestyles of the Rich and Shameless by Noire, Kiki Swinson Read Free Book Online Page A

do this to me. I will go back to school. I will work for you. I will do anything it takes to make this better,” I pleaded through sobs.
    “Megan, you are pathetic. Your father has given you our stipulations and they are final,” my mother said dryly, finally speaking up.
    I looked at her with hate-filled eyes. “I hate you! You were always jealous of me! I know this is all your doing!” I screamed at her.
    “I will not have you speak to your mother that way. You will need to leave. Martha and the help have packed up your things and I will have them delivered to whatever address you’d like. You can keep your car ... it is still yours,” my father said cruelly. Every time he said anything I felt another pang of hurt. I was screaming and crying. I was a mess.
    “I can’t watch this anymore. I am going upstairs,” my mother said.
    “Megan, are you going to take my offer of rehabilitation or will you choose to leave this house?” he asked.
    “I don’t need rehabilitation! I don’t need you either! I don’t need any of you! I will show you! I can make it out there on my own! You made me into this monster and now you just toss me away like a piece of trash! I hate both of you!” I wailed. I pulled myself up off the floor and stood toe to toe with my father.
    “I hope you are satisfied with what you have done to me. This was all your fault,” I said indignantly. My father just looked at me pitifully. I turned around and stormed through the house. When I made it to the foyer I noticed my mother’s pocketbook. I grabbed it and hurried out of the house. It was the last time I’d be home in a long, long time.

4
     
    My Dose of Harsh Reality
     
    T o say that I was devastated by my father’s actions would be an understatement. I couldn’t find the words to describe my feelings as I left the house I had grown up in for the last time. I had been turned out onto the streets by the very people who were supposed to protect me from the world. I was feeling dejected and revengeful. I wanted to hurt my parents as much as they had hurt me. As I stormed out of the house, I didn’t leave before I got my hands on my mother’s purse, which had about a thousand dollars in cash in it and her American Express card. I was so angry that day that taking my mother’s shit was my way of having the last laugh.
    What I did afterward was get with Eric and we used my mother’s card to shop and buy things he could resell for cash. We were able to net about five thousand dollars worth of stuff before we walked into Saks Fifth Avenue. But we had to hightail it the fuck out of there because my mother had reported her credit card stolen by the time we had gotten to Saks. Eric was the one who had enough street smarts to notice how the counter girl was trying to stall us there while her manager got the police on the line. Eric had been looking around at all of the stares coming from some of the store associates. He told me later that he knew right away that they were calling the cops and just trying to keep us there. I remember Eric leaning into me and saying, “We need to get the fuck out of here right now.” I was so high and so naive to stuff like that, that I had laughed it off. Eric grabbed me by the arm and practically dragged me out of the store.
    “Wait, I have to get my card back!” I had shouted. I was so stupid and it wasn’t even my damn card.
    “Shut the fuck up and run!” Eric belted out, and he took off. I followed suit and it was a good thing I did. We had gotten out of the mall parking lot just in the nick of time. I was in tears when Eric explained to me what had really happened. My parents were actually playing hardball for real. They had completely shut me out and cut me off. The fact that the store clerks were going to call the police on me could only mean that my mother had found out I took her money and her card and she had reported me.
    With no money and no credit cards, I was forced to move in with Eric. Talk