Hard knock life

Chapter three

"Shut the hell up". "See why you always getting upset?". All I heard was yelling, which told me that my parents were arguing.
They argued on a daily basis, & this is kind of why I'm emotional destroyed. They were so mean to each other & would say anything just to win a argument. "You a selfish bitch, I'm leaving here & I'm not coming back. If Jessica needs something she knows my fucking number" I heard my dad say that before he slammed the door.
I wasn't shocked that my dad said that. He always said that but seemed to always come back the next day. I was use to this.
I walked in the kitchen & grabbed a bowl for me to eat my cereal. I don't say nothing when I walk in the kitchen. "Uh hello" my mom said to me. "What?" I said. "You can't say goodmorning"? "Sorry I didn't want to make you even more madder". "Yeah whatever, I'm about to leave you want to come or no, I'm really not trying to deal with your attitude today though".
My mom used that line when she wanted to be alone but this time instead of me declining the invitation I decided to make her mad & come with her.
During the car ride we didn't say one word to each other. So I decided to break the silence. "Is dad going to really leave us or is he just saying that like he always does?" I said. "He's probably foreal this time but I don't really care I've been dealing with this for fifteen years & he hasn't changed not yet". I just looked out the window because deep down inside I didn't want him to leave.
Even though we didn't like talking to each other, it was nice to feel his presence. I didn't like showing emotion in front of my mom because it wasn't like she would comfort me if I was crying. I just let that little tear fall down & not say nothing else for the car ride.
We stopped at my Aunt Angela's I really didn't like her because she thought I would listen to her & I most definitely didn't like her son Chris. He was spoiled & was a mamas boy who told his my mom my every move.
"Hey Jessica" my Aunt Angela says to me. "Hi" I said dryly letting her know I didn't want to be around her. I sat on her couch & just played on my phone while her & my mom talk.
I over heard my mom talking to my aunt when I left the bathroom & froze when I heard them talking. "Remember when mom didn't believe that James raped me". I was shocked.
James was my Grandmas baby daddy & was living with her ever since my aunt Teresa was born & that was about 24 years ago. "I mean there was nothing I could, & ever since then I've been uncomfortable around him". I shook my head in disbelief.
How can my mom keep this away from me? I now understand why she is the way she is. But just because it happened to her doesn't mean it was going to happen to me. I mean I feel like she's jealous of me now.