Broken

Chapter 2

As I made my way to my house porch from school, I could hear my parents screaming at themselves.

Oh!...they were at it again...could my day be any worse!!!.
I did a very big eye roll.

"Our house bills are up Sean and you're doing nothing about it." My mom screamed at my dad, so much anger sipping from her voice.

I think he scoffed,"What do you mean 'we' huh?"
He must have said that with his pathetic irony fingers.
"There is no 'we' Daphne,okay? So suck it up."
"What?! All our dues are up, is that all you can say? Fuck you Sean!"

My hands that were on the doorknob fell. I couldn't or.... wouldn't go in. I stepped back and I sat on the bench chair on our porch and waited.

I tried to cast my mind away from the intense word fight going on behind the door before me.

But then I couldn't help but think about my parents. I couldn't place how things turned out the way it did.

Just all of a sudden my all lovey-dovey parents turned into bitter enemies since I was 10. A week from now I was going to be 16....not like anybody cares...but they had been at it for too long yet never leaving each other.

I never understood what happened. I couldn't bring my mother to talk about it too and my drunkard of a father couldn't help things at all.

The place I had once called my home had turned into a living hell leaving me in utter emotional breakdown all the time, making me a weird ass.

A heavy clash of glasses broke me from my memories. I still didn't try to go in.  I had heard worse than glasses shatter when they fight. They've broke our T.V once.

So painful..

The door flung open a second after, my father's infuriating eyes were looking down on me, his nose scrunched up.

"Your mother is such a goddamn bitch and...."

I felt rage course through my veins. I couldn't let this goddamn good for nothing asshole talk about my mother like that. I stood up and cut him completely off.

"You can't speak about my mother like that." I sounded bitchy and hard but I wasn't stopping there. "and she's your wife for crying out loud." I growled

My father glared at me, his eyes narrowing to slits, his fists clenched. He looked like he was about to say something but then he turned and stormed out.

I stood there for some seconds, I was breathing hard. That was one of the times I stood up against my father and it felt completely great... Not now Ronique!

I heard quiet sobs coming from inside. It was my mom. I rushed in then.

Flinging the door open, I was met with a full set of China plates shattered on the floor, my eyes grew wide.

Those were her favourite plates. It seemed very special to her. I thought about how hard and often she cleaned them even when they were not in use.

"Ronique?" She called my name. Her voice was low, bitter, painful. Just all the 'sad word' synonyms.

My eyes lifted from the plates to her. Her eyes were filled with tears.
"I'm so sorry."

What the hell was she apologizing for...!

"I'm so sorry I brought a fucking monster into our lives. He knew breaking this plates would break me and hurt me....he knew." Her sobs increased.

I felt tears sting my eyes. I couldn't believe my once cool dad had turned out this way. I could still remember when I was 5, I loved wearing that shirt that had....DAD'S MY HERO...on it.

I tottered to her and gently put my arms around her shoulder.
"It's alright mom...we will get through this."

I hated it when she cried or felt pity for herself but I just had to be here. She sobbed for sometime before she cleaned her tears off and looked at me.

Her eyes were puffy from crying. She gave me a little smile.
"Go wash off and come downstairs for dinner."
"No, I'm good...I'm not hungry" I was too pissed to eat. "Let me help you with the plates... You can't clean this alone."

She patted my hand on her shoulder. "I will be fine, Ron."
I was hesitant for a while."Sorry about the plates." She just nodded.

I made my way to the staircase and I was about to climb when she called my name again. I turned, she was standing already.

"I completely forgot. How was your first day at school? Did you..."
I knew what she was about to ask... I wish I did. I wish I got along with the locker incident girl so I cut her off.

"It was good." I gave her a tight lipped smile then I turned before she could ask anymore questions.

I went upstairs to my room. It was the only comfy place I knew. It had a mixed colour of both grey and black. My mom said it wasn't girly and it was too sad and depressing for a teenager. I was so pissed at her that I said stuffs to her.

"Don't you ever talk about any of my stuffs again...you bitch!."

Those were my exact words to her that day. Yes, she was right but she had no right to say it.

Not like I cared, I didn't have friends coming to my house or my room for anything so nobody to cajole or bully me for my weird taste of colour so she couldn't too.

But then... sometimes...

I really think about how my life would have been if I wasn't so alone?

Try it out Ronique...you deserve better.!

Or not!!

Yes you do!

But they was nobody to trust!!

"Holy shit!!" I threw my blankets off me. I just couldn't catch some sleep. I kept thinking and I hated thinking cause it was depressing.

I picked out an injection and gave my self a shot of sedatives. I could feel better with that.

Right?! Yeah...just for a night.

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I was so emotional when I was done writing this...🥺

Well well...she's passing through a lot and she sure needs help so  I hope you guys don't blame her so much.... It's not so easy to be in a breaking or...broken home.

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