My Name Is Clara Brown

Chapter 1

"CLARA!"

"Yes mom.."

"GET THE HELL DOWN HERE YOU BITCH!"

Clara rubs her temples, irritated

from her mother's drunken

screaming and constant verbal

abuse, She immediately walks

down the stairs just to see her

mom laying naked on the couch.

"Is this bitch serious?" Clara

thinks to herself. She always

braced herself to see something

that'll scar her for life, but this..

This is the tip of the iceberg.

"MOM! PUT SOME CLOTHES ON!"

Clara yells.

"YOU DON'T TELL ME WHAT TO

DO YOU WHORE!" Her mom

yells back slurring her words.

"LOOK WHO'S TALKING!" Clara

says. The house was a horrible

mess, Clothes everywhere, beer

bottles filling up the trashcan and

foul smelling dishes piled in the

sink. The walls were yellow due

to her mother's constant

smoking. Clara is forever gone to

work trying to get money for this

little house she and her mother

and 5 other little siblings stay in.

Clara walks to the sink to

wash dishes.

"I'll get to them , since you think

you're the woman of the house"

Her mother adds.

This pissed Clara off.

"Oh? ok, And I'm hearing

this from someone who can't

keep their fucking hygiene and

health together right?" Clara says.

A bottle of liquor comes flying

towards Clara, hitting the wall

nearly missing her head.

"YOU DON'T TELL ME ABOUT

MYSELF YOU HEAR ME!? I

RAISED ALL YOU LITTLE PUNK

MOTHERFUCKERS AND THIS

IS

WHAT I GET!? I SHOULD'VE

ABORTED ALL OF YOU!" Clara's

mother's voice booms. Wailing is

heard from the other room, Clara

and her mom stare eye to eye,

Her mother's yellow eyes stare

deep into Clara's.

"So it's our faults we had to come

in this world by an abusive,

alcoholic, dead beat,

miserable, fat ugly bitch like you?

The only props I give is that you

let me into this world, other than

that you can kick fucking rocks."

Clara shoves her mother out of

her way and walks into the room

where her siblings are. Her

mother starts

blurting out horrible words

about her but she could care less,

Her only objective was to get her

little siblings out of the house to

somewhere safe. Her mother still

standing there naked and red in

the face bangs loudly on the

walls. Her little siblings start

crying as their mother constantly

bangs and screams.

"STOP, YOU'RE SCARING THEM!"

Clara shouts, but, no use of using

her voice anymore. Loud

crashing and yelling and banging

come from downstairs, the

wailing gets louder. Clara gets

more and more agitated and

angrier with herself by how she

cannot calm her siblings down,

they need to get out somehow.

Clara looks to her window, There

is little time to get her siblings

out so Mother wouldn't hurt

them.

The second oldest, George who is

9 years old still crying in the

corner, Clara gets to his level and

looks him in the eye. His eyes

were puffy and dark circles

surround them. Clara hates

herself that she couldn't get

them so they wouldn't look like

this. "George, listen to me. I want

you to go to that window and

get all of our siblings out and

run as fast as you can to the

bus stop!" Clara says.

"But what about you Clara?" He

sniffles. Clara holds back her

tears as his big eyes well up with

tears. "I'll be ok George, go on, I'll

be just ok," She says. Clara goes to

the youngest of all the siblings

whom is 5 months old, he cries as

as Clara rushes over to George to

hand him over. "Make sure to

hold his head ok? Don't drop

him!" Clara says. George nods his

head and carefully climbs out the

window, Each of her siblings

climb out the window

Clara watches all of

them run as fast as they can to

the bus stop. Clara cries as they

cut the corner to where she can't

see them anymore.