Restoring Hope

1. quite a morning❤️‍🩹

Kaliyah P.O.V
⚠️Mention of Abuse⚠️

"Ahhh" I groaned while getting up from where I lay on the floor.

Mom and dad came home extremely drunk last night, they threw a tantrum when they saw that the mess they made wasn't cleaned. Although I just got home from work 10 minutes before they got here, and my sister was home the whole time, they still took their anger out on me instead.

I have two sisters. Mia and Hope. Mia is 21 and gets treated like a princess while my parents treat me and Hope like crap. Hope is my baby sister. She's 10 and I love her with everything in me, I do anything she wants me to do knowing that Mia wouldn't waste a second on her. Thankfully Hope was with her God parents last night and will be until Friday night. It's currently Monday morning meaning I have five days to not worry about them harming my baby.

Mia is spoiled rotten and to this day I still wonder why all the money gets spent on her when she could easily get a job. Better yet, why is she still living here? She uses her body for money. Mom and dad doesn't know but I do. Me and Hope are living check to check. I don't make much and most of my money goes towards Hope before my parents can get their hands on it for more beer.

If they were smart they wouldn't spend all their money carelessly and on drinks and smokes knowing they both lost their jobs two months ago. Dad was a businessman who was fired for engaging in sexual relations with a coworker. When mom found out it broke her and I think that's why she's so distant now.

But that still doesn't explain why she hates me. I've done nothing to her.

Mom and dad were high-school sweethearts voted most likely to get married. Dad cheated on mom after Jace died claiming it helped with controlling his emotions and let out the anger that he held towards me for "getting Jace killed." Mom is still with dad which I think is dumb because...who would stay with a guy who cheats and beats on his own kids?

Honestly I think mom is scared to leave. Coming home from work one day there was a naked girl on the couch covering herself while dad was in his boxers, put two and two together- dad was cheating again. Mom declared she had enough and went to pack her bags. She immediately regretted it when dad yanked her back by her hair while cussing and yelling at her for trying to leave him.

That night I felt something for my mom...sympathy. She's never felt that for me but she's still my mom. It made me feel like I wasn't alone in this and although I shouldn't feel this way, I was relieved. I thought that mom would want me, her, and Hope to escape so I suggested it so we could leave and get away from dad. She went back and told dad, which is why i have a huge scar on my stomach. Ever since that day I don't feel nothing for my mom anymore...not even love.

Mia is referred to as "the golden child." To  me she is a troll that I don't claim as my sister, only Hope. My parents weren't always like this. They only became like this when my older brother passed away. Jace was my twin brother, older than me by 2 minutes. We were best friends and we did everything together. We would always try to include Hope, she didn't like my parents at the time either because they would always "upset Jacey." Now Hope doesn't dislike my parents, she hates them. And so do I. Jace made it very clear that me and Hope was his favorite and that he disliked my parents. They tried to make him become something he wasn't. Today makes it 8 months that he passed away.

Eight months of unbearable pain inflicted from my parents.

Eight months of sorrow and memories of how he died saving me.

Shaking my head, I stand up and walk into the bathroom to look at the damage they caused. Turning my head to the left there's a huge bruise on my cheek from where dad threw his beer bottle at my face. Mom stood watching emotionlessly until I accidentally bumped into her when dad slapped me right after the beer bottle.

"Get off me you whore." Mom yelled all while pushing me off her and onto the floor. Dad kicked me in my stomach and spat on me. I thought he was done with his dose of "loving" for the night just for him to get the great idea to choke me.

Congrats on ruining my choke kink dad.

Holding back tears I think to myself- What did I do to make them hate me so much?

Averting my eyes and blinking my tears away, I turn my shower on to freshen up and get the smell of blood and beer off of me. Before stepping in the shower I hear pans clattering downstairs and my dad and mom yelling about me being useless.

Sighing I hop in the shower.

This is going to be quite a morning.

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