Chasing Fairy Tales (ON HOLD)

Chapter 6

I get off of the bus and don't even try to avoid the water since I'm basically soaked anyway, I take my time getting the the hell hole called home, hoping that I don't get pnemonia from the cold, I get to the front door and is suprised that It's actually quiet despite the rain and thunder, I open the door and strain my ears to listen for any type of noise but there's none. I start to panic and walk quickly through the house "Hello?" I call out but no one answers, shouldn't I be happy that the house is finally empty? I know I should but I have this gut renching feeling that something has happened, It's just like that day when I learned my mom had died. I try to push the feelings deep down and head to the kitchen to search for some food. I open the fridge and see nothing but cans of beer, old boxes of pizza, which might just be crumbs, and a carton of spoiled milk , I check the freezer and it's empty, not even a pack of chicken in there, I close the freezer and head to my room, hoping that I have at least a pack of poptarts..I turn up empty. I lay on my bed and decide to take a nap sinse my stomach is grumbling and I don't have any homework, I need a job I think before I drift off. I wake up to the front door slamming , I hurry and jump up to go see what all of the commotion is. Before I can even open the door it burst open and in walks my 5th foster mom, drunk off of her ass "You little shit" she slurs "I hate you! I don't even know why those damn people placed you with me! You are ruining my life! No wonder your mom killed herself, you little ugly shit!" she continues, the words are so painful, No one has ever said that to me, no one has ever went that low just to hurt me, everything becomes blurry and the next thing I know, my fist connects with something mushy and I feel warm fluid on my fist, but what gets me is the scream that comes out. I quickly wipe my tears away and see my foster mom on the floor holding her nose "YOU BITCH!" She screams, But I'm too shocked to even speak or move , Did I really just do that? Is the question that keeps running through my head as I grab my duffel bag and start shoving clothes in them. As I'm trying to get all of my things together, I feel a yank on my hair and I fall back "How DARE you hit ME!" Says my foster mom, "I'm gunna Kill you!" she then slaps me, the sting of that slap will always be in my memory as tears fall, she keeps slapping me even when I cover my face, She doesn't stop "Stop!" I beg and plead but she doesn't "You live in MY house!" she yells and finally stops. I just crawl into a ball and cry "You wench" she says and kicks me in the back "You stay in your room and Don't come out until I say so" she says and then leaves, slamming the door- Hard, I just stay there on the floor and cry. I must have fallen asleep on the floor because the next thing I know, It's morning.