I was awoken by my mom shaking me awake telling to get in my bed. I grabbed my dog and went upstairs and put my pajamas on then slipping under the covers lola jumped off my bed and got in her doggie bed I went to sleep. I drifted back off to sleep dreaming about my past.
*Flashback*
"DADDY PLEASE STOP HITTING MOMMY PLEASE" I saw my mom look at me with her bloody face pleading me not to say another word. My 3 year old self didn't seem to listen,"Girl you best be quiet or you'll end up just like your whore of a mother!!!!!!!". I watched in horror as my mother cried and pleaded and tried to fight back, but she was too weak to do so. He finally stopped beating her and looked at me with anger and sorrow in his eyes. That confused me so much I didn't understand he ran out of the house, that gave me the time to run to my mother and grab her hand and look at her. She look very weak and was close to death. I called 911 being taught by my mommy what to do in a emergency, and in this case was. The ambulance arrived and I lead them to my mommy I heard the medic gasp and say 'my god' while looking at my mother. The put her on the stretcher and wheel her out of the house I followed closely behind. They lifted her into the ambulance and I was put in with her also, she held her hand out for me to hold and I held on tightly.
*Flashback Over*
I woke up in sweat and felt under my eyes to feel tears under them. I looked at the alarm to see its 4:00pm. I wipe the sweat off my head and walked downstairs to see a note on the refrigerator. I didn't read it because I already knew what it said. I wasn't hungry I decided on some orange juice, after I poured me a glass I layed on the couch and turned the tv on flipping through channels and found ghost adventures and settled on that for now.
