New York

Past

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Sex. That's what men think of women and how sexy their bodies look. Well at least that how my dad views my mom which is exactly why she acts the way she does. My mom, Cháriee Clark, was only 17. My dad, Harold Miller, was exactly that man. The man that thinks he can do whatever he wants to people who are weak and below him. He saw my mom as a sex symbol. Used her for her beauty, and absolutely destroyed her personality and will to live. And that's how I was born. But the real problem came about when it was 6 and a half weeks after my birthday, My mom came home one day and caught my dad having sex with our neighbor. Turns out, he was having an affair with her for 3 YEARS. So my mom kicked my dad out of the house that night and things just went downhill from there.

When I was 8 years old my mom told the story on how she and dad were no longer together, right after she gave me the sex talk. For a while, I hated my dad for ruining our lives and especially for ruining mom. I think that's when she started to become more of a player. She was always coming home late, drunk and always had a different guy over almost every week. They would never stay around long. Once my mom didn't find them interesting anymore, she'd throw them away.

To make it even worse, when they came over they would smoke weed, drink and some of them would even try to flirt with me saying how pretty I was and how my body was perfect even though I was underage. But I was smarter than they were. The only thing that made all this better was my big brother, Kirirshima. He always has my back and I know that.

Kirishima was born 2 years before I was so he can be very protective of me. He was born when my mom was about to start high school. She told his dad, Anthony Trans, that she was pregnant. He seemed happy at first but the next day she found all of his stuff gone from his house. His mom had said that he was leaving and never coming back. She didn't know the real reasoning as to why he left but mom did and she lost it. My mom had said she decided to give him a Japanese name and an American name since Anthony was half Japanese. His first name is Eijiro Kirishima. That name could mean anything if you look it up on google. His second is Kirishima miller. The same last name as me and my dad. She had change his last name from 'Trans' once her and my dad had gotten engaged, but decided to keep Kirishima since she really liked it.

A year after my brother was born, my mom met my dad at a new job. They hit it off instantly and we're dating just after a few weeks. 4 months go by of them being together and they had forgotten to use protection and I happened. I was born a few mouths after Kirishima's second birthday. Which means my birthday is on January 21st.

After my parents divorced, that's when things went downhill for not just her but us too. Kiri started stealing some of the weed mom would bring home and I would drink every now and then but I would always stay sober. Nothing too serious anyway.

One time when I was 13, one of the men she brought over was drunk and was trying to flirt with me. This one was different from the others. He had a horrible musky scent all over him, he had some-what long blue and white hair, crusty lips and a gash on his right eye. His dark and dangerous red eyes told me to stay away that night.

I was walking downstairs to get some snacks. I saw him wobbling towards me. I tried to walk around him but he grabbed my arm and forced me against the wall. He tired to force me to kiss him, but thankfully my brother was also walking down and saw everything. He ended up punching the dude in the face, giving him a black eye and a busted up lip.

That was the day that I knew we only had each other and that he would always protect me.

Although dad was an asshole for cheating on mom, I still miss him. He comes to visit us once a year from his perfect rich life in Florida with the neighbor.

Turns out she was rich which I think is the only reason he's with her.

Once I got a phone for my 10th birthday, I asked mom if I could have dads number so we could talk more than just once a year. She agreed and I was so happy. I text him maybe two times a week. Tell him all about my life. From the new schools to the boyfriends mom has.

Don't get me wrong, I love both of my parents so much. It's just that mom is so relentless. I don't know about kirishima but when dad comes to visit us I feel safe and it's like he never left.

All the memories from years before always pop into my head. All the holidays, family game nights and movies nights were all nice. I don't know why dad had to go and fuck everything up.

Over the years, my mom and dad have gotten along, at least in front of us that is. But me and my brother aren't stupid, we know that every time my dad comes to visit he and my mom hook up then the week goes by and he leaves. It's the same old routine every time and it get annoying as the years go by.

Anyways I'm a freshman at U.A high school. It's Friday and I start school Monday, which means I have 3 days to unpack and see what the town is like. I should probably say where I am huh? We moved to Albany, New York from Texas. Nothing really surprises me whenever my mom tells us that we have to move again, but this time we had to move because my mother had gotten in trouble with the law for getting caught buying drugs when she was out with, to no surprise, a new boyfriend.

Thanks to all of the moving around we do I am always the new kid at school which means I never really have friends. Mom said that this time would be different and that it would just be the three of us, meaning me, my brother, and my mom. But we all know that that's bullshit and that's not how she works anymore. I would give it 3 mouths before we have to move again. Maybe 5 if we're lucky.

That's what life does. It sucks away all of your hopes and dreams once everything starts to look up. Take my advice and never end up like my mom. She's always running from her problems and never faces them head on. Me and my brother are the only ones suffering here while my mom think this is just some sick game.

Never let your guard down.

Or you'll end up getting punched in the face.

Oh and by the way my name's Tamiea miller But just call me Tia.

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