Right in Front of Me (Chapter 1)

"I'm home, Mother!" I called as I slammed the door to our 2-story house. I saw my mother in the kitchen, working on her taxes.
"Oh. There you are." She said in her never-excited, totally bored, British, voice.
"How are you?" I asked, even though I knew her answer would be 'Let's see, I am breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping. How do you think I am?'
"Let's see, I am breathing, eating, drinking, and sleeping. How do you THINK I am?" She answered, not looking up from her taxes.
"Where's Father?" I asked. Even though Father was no better a conversationalist than Mother, he wasn't worse. 
"In his study. Don't you dare go and bother him!" She snapped.
"Yes, Mother." I muttered. I started up the stairs for my bedroom. I couldn't wait for my 18th birthday next month, when they would buy me my own apartment. Honestly, they are looking forward to it more than I am. They've never loved me. Or cared for me. But they have been training me. They have been teaching me about the real world, love, careers, ect. That is the only reason I have stayed in their evil, loveless home. The only way I can get their respect, love, and proudness, is if I get married, buy a house, buy a car, and have a baby. 
Just one problem.
If I don't have all that by my 21st birthday, they'll.... kill me.
Another problem.
How do I fall in love in the span of 4 years?

Tags: sad, depressing, scary, dark, hate,