"Anna, get the fuck over here" barked my Aunt Elizabeth, her eyes, the same honey gold as my mothers used to be, were blazing with anger.
"Yeah?" I replied. A year ago I would have replied with a sarcastic remark, insulting something about her. Maybe her voice, weight, or just face in general. But now, I was worn down. There has been 2 years of verbal abuse by both my aunt and uncle, after going through the trauma of losing both my parents in a car crash and having my brother go into a coma, I was worn down.
My brother was still alive, barely. Insurance money was whittling away, I didn't know how much longer it could finance the machines keeping his heart beating.
"You.. you little BITCH" My aunt began to screech.
"I-What did I do?" I say
"You know what you did, you fucking useless waste of space" She was just getting started now, I wondered what it was this time. A plate I didn't put in the dishwasher? A book I left on the table?
"I'm sorry but I don't" I reply, knowing she would take the tiredness of my voice the wrong way.
"Fuck you! Am I boring you? Well, listen the fuck up. Do you think this is funny? This?" She holds up a cd.
"I just bought that" I say in monotone
"With whose money, you little bitch?" She says, waving the All Time Low cd that I bought earlier that day.
"Mine" I say
"You have no money" She yells "You stole from me!"
Just then, my uncle walked in the door, he seemed more angry than usual, maybe he didn't manage to sell someone a car for twice the amount it was worth today. He threw his coat down and turned to us.
"Did I just hear that this stupid bitch stole from us?" He spits
"Yes you did, Isaac" My aunt says.
He turns to me
"We let you into our fucking house and this is how you repay us? Well you have gone too fucking far!" He says and that's when it happens. He raised his hand, balls a fist, and punches me right in the cheek.
I gasp. My aunt and uncle have used words to hurt me for so long. They used to call me fat, but I took care of that. Now they like to call me a stupid bitch. They aren't very original. But never before have they hit me. This was too far. I had to go.
I spin around and run down the stairs to the unfinished basement where they put an air mattress and a few hangers in the closet next to the washing machine and called it my room.
I start to sob, my cheek is throbbing as I throw all my clothes into my maroon jansport. I used to have lots of clothes but over the two years I've been at this house, or hell as I like to call it, My clothes have been ripped, stained, and stolen by my aunt and uncle.
I pull on my favorite sweatshirt, that I have been careful to hide from them. It's navy blue with University of Sydney in white letters. It belonged to my dad, he went there. I pull on a pair of ripped skinny black jeans and an olive green jacket over the sweatshirt. I can't fit all my possessions in the bag because of all my clothes. I decide to leave my navy converse but wear my grey ones. I pack my pictures of my parents and brother. I throw in my bear, Mellie because he's small and I can't just leave him. I also leave behind all my books except for the third Harry Potter book (my favorite) and Looking for Alaska.
I'm ready to go. I don't know how my aunt and uncle will react. There must be a reason that they've kept me here so I don't want to find out their reaction to me leaving. So, I sneak out the basement door.
It's raining as I leave. Not the best day to leave but I know I have to. I just have to make one stop first.
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If the abuse thing offends anyone. I honestly don't know what it is like to be verbally abused so I am very sorry.
