Chapter 2 (TW-Abuse)

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When I finally get home, I close the door and as always, my mum is at end the hallway staring straight at me like some kind of stalker or rapist in a horror movie

"What took you soo long!?"

The tone in her voice is unsettling as always, and it looks like she wants to hit me like she does when I get detention at school.

"The store was busy"

I answered quickly before she could shout it at me. She knows that she does this to me and that I hate it but she just ignores it.

"That's no excuse!"

Ugh. Here we go again, she says this is a motivational speech, but all she does is get in my face, grab my collar or sleeve and screem in my face. It's unnecessary and annoying, also, her breath smells like sour cream and onion, but expired.

"This is exactly why I wish I could just live my aunt, she cares about me, unlike you"

As I go to walk by her to get to my room, she grabbed the back of my shirt and threw me against the wall and used a small green-handled knife and cut a slightly deep cut into my left arm then pressed it against the side of my neck.

"What the fuck is wrong with you mum!?"

As my mum is about to answer me and slit my throat at the same time, the door opens and my aunt Ciara walks in and sees me with a knife pressed against my neck.

"Good grief, what's all this ruckus, but that doesn't matter, I've come to collect Jackson, he's told me you always hurt him and try to kill him, so I called social services and they have given me permission to become the new legal guardian of Jackson, and you now have no right to speak to young man anymore."

I have never been more relieved in my life when my aunt said that, I shove past my mum and head to my room and I began packing immediately.

Ten minutes later, I have all my stuff packed and head outside, my aunt hands me a piece of paper with the details of my newer job, it seems like I'll be working with young teenagers who have mental health issues such as depression, anxiety and PTSD. I hug my aunt then get in the car and drive away

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