I live a rough life. | Urban love story|

1. How it started.

I was about 4 years old, I was young but I cautious, my parents would parents would always fight, since I could remember, either my dad was too drunk or my mom was too drunk, they would beat each other up till the cops came to break it up. I would always hide under a table we had in the kitchen was cover my ears and scream and cry, they never ever listened.

"I fucking hate you Rosedale." My dad yelled punching my mom repeatedly in the face while she was scratching his face up, they were both bleeding all over the floor, after more countless blowed to her face she finally passed out and he threw her while she cried on the floor. He washed his face and looked down at me while I sat there crying. He would never say anything to me just look, but his looked always told me a lot, it always made me anxious, I stopped crying and held my mouth, he was basically telling to shut up, and I did, he walked out the house. I ran to my mom still on the floor crying because she was so fucked up and I was always scared she was going to die, he was bigger than her so, he always won the fights.

" get back Rose go to sleep Right fucking now!" She yelled at me making me shake back in fear, I cried and went to bed. That was the typical night in our apartment. Every day every night it was always a bloody messy.

When I was six, was when everything really got fucked up. I was home one day with my moms, my dad was at work and my mom was about to go too.

"Where the fuck is your father the club is starting, I have to go." She yelled angrily putting on her heels and shit, my mom was a stripper. She was beautiful with a nice body so I wasn't shocked, all the men loved her, which made her very conceited and thought she was everything, she was such an asshole. I would always sit and watch her get ready, she would shower, shave, smell all nice, put in her makeup, and her small ass clothes that showed too much, she looked naked but she my mom I thought she always look stunning, I loved her so much that it hurt so much she didn't love me the same. I admire her every though she was so mean a flawed.

"You need to stop eating all that shit, I don't want no fat ass kid." She said grabbing the chip bag from my hand and putting it in the garbage. I was alittle chubby, but I was a kid what the fuck.

"I'm sorry ma." I said sadly.

"Just slow down on it." She said and I nodded.

I was so use to her being a bitch I thought it was her way of showing she loved me, so I thought it was normal.

"Jordan? Where the fuck are you I need the car, it's almost 10 fucking pm, I need to make my money too you done work at 8." She yelled in the phone. I could hear him yell back and I closed my ears.

"Whatever just come back home with your drunk ass." She said hanging up.

"M-mom?" I said and she snapped her head at me.

"What?" She said rudely.

"Can I come with you tonight?" I asked her knowing the answer.

"No the fuck I tell you that's not a place for you to be." She said.

"I'm always alone at home." I said and she kissed her teeth ignoring me. She picked up her stuff and went into the living we heard my dad pull up with his loud ass music.

"Later." She said leaving me , her and my dad argued and he came in the house mad and drunk, he looked at me and I got so uncomfortable I went into my room.

I went into my room and watched tv, I waited till I heard my dad fall asleep to get some food like I usually did around 1 am.

I sneaked into the kitchen and made some cereal, while I was trying to be quite I made my bowl drop making the glass break and the cereal to spill all over the floor. My dad ran in and saw me there and I froze in fear, I was so scared for my life, I thought he was going to kill me.