Crazy white girl

¤¤ hey guys!! this is my second story! sorry if it ain't good, I tried like I said only my second story! I really hope you enjoy my story (plus this is my imagination, my mom and dad don't fight! my dad isn't abusive so no that's not why I wrote it. it was just a thought!) ¤¤

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Prologue **¤**

Mom and dad screaming across the table, I didn't know what to do, I sat there twirling my fork around in my spaghetti. "You un thankful little shit, get the fuck up to your room" mom screamed at me, eyes wide like saucers I race upstairs slam my door and cry in the corner of my bed. Screams pierce my ears, tears fall on my palms "why does this always happen to me" I thought. Finally the screams stop, mom slowly comes upstairs, I heard a knock on my door. I didn't want to open it, but I knew I had to, slowly getting up off my bed tip-toeing my way to the door. The squeaking of my door sounded like it should be in a horror movie. I saw moms face, half her face covered with a red outline of my dad's hand, but this is normal for me this happens every other night.

Mom always talks about leaving dad, but she never does she says she loves him too much. Personally I would've left him the first time he had hit her, after they fight they always kiss and makeup. Their relationship was good other than all the times they verbally and physically fight.

"Baby I'm sorry, I didn't mean to say that to you." I could hear the struggle in her voice. It hurts me so much seeing mom like this, she deserves way better than that piece of crap. "Mom listen I know it's ok" we cuddle on the corner of my bed. Holding her like a baby in my arms comforting her with shushing and rocking back and forth. Her tears cover my thighs. Mumbling and whispering so quiet so dad couldn't hear what we were saying, stomps getting louder and louder. Closer and closer. Pounding on the door started, I shove mom on the closet I run to the door to open it. Dad shoves me back with the door, mom still crying in the corner of my closet. Her screams of pain filling my ears while I try to keep dad occupied and try to get him to calm down. Ringing in my ear so loud, blood filling my mouth while in laying on the ground.

Finally I can see straight, mom gets dragged out of my room by her hair. All that's left when their both gone is a little blood trail from my room to theirs. Moaning, screams, and squeaks seeping trough the door, I place my ear against the door to get a better listen. "Mommy!!" I screamed Everything went silent, "honey I'm done just leave, leave now, I'm ok" she said the pain in her voice killed me on the inside. I slid down the door crying because I didn't know what to do." She's being tortured in there and your to pussy to do something about it?" My thoughts raging so out of control I can't think realistically.

Smashing through the door so ready to punch dad in the face. Mom tied to the bed as dads on top forcing her to enjoy what he was doing. Blood covers the sheets, screams fill the room, the smell of sweat lingers in my nose. Dad struggling his way to his feet stumbling to find his balance, shoves me out the door. I lost my breath, he pushed me so hard to the ground it took my breath away. That didn't stop me from saving mom.

The wall being my guide to my feet I stagger through the doorway to find mom laying there naked, bloody, and beaten. Cold winter breeze flowing through the window, teeth chattering shivers get sent up and down my spine, finally my body lets me move again so I try to move as fast as possible to mom to try and untie her. I didn't know where to place my eyes, I'm only a twelve year old girl, and I have to untie my naked mother who was beaten bloody and bruised.. but I'm kind of use to it. The knots that dad tied were impossible for me to untie with my frigid shakey hands. After a couple of minutes of gnawing and scratching I could rip off the thick scratchy old rope that tied her raw shakey limbs to the bed, rushing out of the room looking for anything to cover mom up. Speeding around the house I finally stumbled on a big fuzzy house coat, I whipped it off the ground and scurried to mom and threw it over her.

Grabbing her wrist and pulling her to her feet, leading her to the living room and starting to fireplace and turning the stove on getting water ready for some hot chocolate, sitting on the living room floor rocking back and forth crying and just waiting for dad to storm through the front door in pure fury.