Running Again

Chapter 2: I Miss You Mama

Papa had drank himself to sleep. It was an everyday routine now. After he had fallen asleep I would go downstairs and pick up his beer bottles and throw them away. If I didn't he would hit me and call me names. The whole neighborhood knew about his drinking problem. They would be able to hear him screaming and smashing things in the house. No one ever said anything because they were scared. Just like I was.
Sometimes I had wished I had called the cops the night Mama left us. I had no idea I would rarely ever see her again. It got to the point where I didn't even realize I had a mother anymore. I had one boyfriend once. I thought maybe she'd come home and help me with the break up. All she did was write me a note and told me "That's life sweetheart. There's other fishes out there." My mother isn't a mother. She's a whore and a prostitute. I won't lie about it either but I am ashamed to say so myself. I dropped out of high school after she left as well. She said it was best for my own interest.

It was years ago when that I actually remember my mother coming home from work. She worked at a elementary school. I thought she was the greatest person in the world. She would bring me home the apples that her students brought her. She would sometimes even take me down to the school to see her students. Then we actually had a mother daughter relationship. We would talk about all the drama I had with the stupid middle school girls I had. She would tell me stories of her middle school years. I never actually thought life would change.

It all happened so quickly, when she left. I came home two days before Easter. I was only 16 at the time. My mother walked through the door crying. She had cried so much her whole face was drenched in pouring tears and her makeup was smeared all across her face. I had no idea what was going on at the time. My father came in shortly after she did but only to grab her and beat her. He was drunk and I could tell by the way he swayed. All you could hear was my mother screaming "You sick bastard!" Over and over again. Being terrified in that moment i screamed and jumped on papas back hitting and biting him but to be only thrown off and into the glass cabinet.

The scare is still on my back today. I shuttered at the memory in my mind and touched my shoulder blade feeling the massive scare. I jumped slightly when I heard papa stir in the living room. I quickly rushed up stairs and grabbed my things and ran back downstairs. As I peered around the corner I didn't see him on the couch anymore. I turned for the door only to he grabbed on my arm from behind. I yelled in pain from his grip.
"Please papa, you're hurting me."

He didn't make a sound but only to tighten his grip. Tears rolled down my eyes as he finally let me go and stumble back into his bedroom slamming the door behind him. I sighed deeply and walked out closing the door quietly and began my walk to the park where I normally spent my days till sundown.

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