I hurt everywhere.
This time it was much worse than normal, my arm was bruised, my face had various cuts on my face and legs, more bruises on my sides, stuff like that. Either Thurston had gotten way more drunk than normal or he was just extremely pissed off.
I hate it here, I hate them, I hate my life in general.
Why did this have to happen to me? Why couldn't it have happened to somebody else more deserving of it?
I cried in the corner of my small room, the tears stinging whenever they ran over the cuts on my cheeks.
I could hear Dana and Thurston yelling down the hall, spitting curses and-from what I could hear-throwing everything at each other.
This was normal for them; one of them will start an argument, the other will start throwing something at them, and the one who started the argument would leave and come back the next day with a hangover. That's how it is and how it has been since day one.
Whenever Thurston leaves, Dana will be the one to throw a plate or some other object from the kitchen at me, one time she even threw a knife and blamed me for Thurston leaving her(AGAIN). When Dana leaves, Thurston just gets drunk off his ass again and wanders around the house. During that time he's more prone to violence than normal so I have to go hole myself up in my room until he passes out(or falls down the stairs like on one occasion).
This sucks.
I sat there in the corner for a few more minutes and waited for the front door to slam, signifying that one of them left. Eventually, it did happen.
"Dammit, Dana!" Yep, Dana left.
I quickly get up and push one of the only pieces of furniture I have; a handmade wooden desk; in front of my door. It only takes a couple of hours for Thurston to flip his switch so it's better to have a barricade in place before it happens.
When I finish, I go and sit on my spring-ridden bed and just stare at the wall, the tears still burning my cheeks.
I think about what I said to myself a moment ago. I shouldn't wish this upon anybody, even the most hardened criminal. Nobody is deserving of this kind of life and the only reason people turn out like they do is because of the parents. I shouldn't try to wish my problems onto someone else.
No, I have something else in mind.
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HOOOLLLLYYY CRAAAAPPPP. I'M SO SORRY THIS IS SO SHORT AND I TAKE SO FLIPPING LONG TO UPDATE! AAHHHHHH >_<. I'll try to be more frequent with the updates but at the moment I am working on ANOTHER story with a friend that you can read on her profile; EmiPurplePunkKitten. JKHAGBDJKWBJK NEXT CHAPTERS WILL BE LONGER I SWEAR!!!
