A Daughter's pain

Intro: Momma why?

*SMACK!
I woke up out of a dead sleep with pain piercing my face. As I felt the blood rush to the side of my head where she hit me. I fling the covers off my body and spring up asking,
"What?!?"

My mother stumbles back and forth mumbling
"Mmm nah fuck you! Youuuu bitch!!!"

She turns away, crosses the hallway into her room. Grabbing at every object in reach. Tumbling everything over in the process. I can't help but think... here we go again... I love my mama so much but don't understand why she drinks like this. Why she will beat her children and let herself go.

I go to my safe space in my head trying to brush out her terrible words. I look up from the ground just as she's grabbed an empty glass wine bottle. Now looking each other dead in the eye. I can tell she's lost it my mom is gone from the alcohol. She grips the bottle and charges at me. Flying at me as if now I am her enemy.

Jumping in the corner of my bed, she flys at me trying to swing. Throwing my hands in front of my face to catch the blow. Which only irritated her more, she swings again.

*CRACK!

Is all I feel at the top of my skull, the sadness overwhelms my body. Scrunching every piece of my body so, I can can feel as small as an ant. Maybe enough just disappear... I begin to cry, with a million thoughts rushing through my mind. All I can think is why momma? Why. After two more blows, I can help it but to reach for it. I know she's going to hurt me worse if I do....
And.............................
*BOOM!

I caught it. I lift my head only to see that she's even more mad then before. Scrunching her face and lips, like I am the most disgusting thing she's ever seen. She rips her hand from mind stumbling back. I cant help but watch her every movement. I know this isn't the end of it. She looks at me and grins, as the hateful words escape her lips,
"Yoooouu really think you better than me?!? You big nosed bitch!!. Your ugly, like your dad!..... you ain't shit, just a little whore!!"

Tears rush down my eyes wondering why I get this. Why my own mother won't love me. I look back up as she's grabbing my science book from my 10th grade class. Then she flys at me, swinging the the book. All I hear is,
"Fuck you, little bitch!!"

*SMACK!

Feeling the blood rush at the side of my face. I curl up waiting for her to stop. As she's moving everywhere trying to hurt me so I scream. I hear the tiny puppy barking until I hear a yelp from her tiny body. Uncurling my body to check on her. My mother looks at me, piercing my eyes with her hate. She says while picking up the pup,
"Is this the only thing you care about?!?"

She snaps her head to the body mirror before she looks back and grins. Bombing the puppy at the mirror so it breaks and cracks. I see her little body hit the floor, it breaks my heart.
*CRACK!

She hits me again repeatedly until I start screaming for her to stop!. All I can do is plead,
"Pleease, stop!?!"

Screaming,
"OWWWWW!!!!!"

She stops, gets up. Stumbling back, mumbling drunk,
"I need a fucking cigarette!!!"

She stumbles into her room. All I can't think is I need to get away. With a million thoughts and only being fifteen I have no clue what to do but run. I know if I do I have to be quick. Scoping out the room I see my school backpack so I immediately rush to it. Shoving whatever clothes I had on the floor in. I look at my mother who now has her eyes on my me,
All she says is,
"Where the fuck do you think your going?!?"

I look at the hallway, without saying a word. Flinging the backpack on my back and bolt. Rushing through the hallway I look for my pup Mia. And she is no where in sight. I bolt to the door, my heart pumping. I hear my mothers stomps rushing closer and closer. I grab the door and fling it open. Bolting out of the door. I keep going as my feet dig deeper into the December snow. Every step feels more emotional. Every thought feels more intense. I don't know how to feel but free.. but I can still feel the hurt from it just being my mother.

 I continue to walk, with snow up to my knees. Snow falling and the blizzard slowly coming in. My mind can't help but feel the peacefulness, I start to think and ponder on where to go. But with no family around I have no clue. Continuing to walk I can see the fire station I pass when I normally go walk to school. On my daily two mile walk to the public transportation. But now I can feel the pain tears begin to rush again as I think of my momma. I can't help but miss my momma, even after everything that's been said and done.

 I wipe my eyes trying to be strong. Lifting my head to the road I see a car. I immediately put my head back down hoping they would just drive past. The cars pulls over. Crunching the snow as each tire try's to stop. A man gets out slowly approaching me,
"Are you ok?"

I look up, noticing it's a police officer. I immediately get scared because, of what my mother has always said if I were to get her in-trouble.....