What Is Love?

Michelle's P.O.V.

"You burnt the fucking roast. What the hell am I supposed to eat now?" My father snapped towards my mother. Great...another night like this.

"I'm sorry, honey..." My mom replied to my dad is a frightened tone, "I didn't mean to. I swear, I'll cook something else. What else do you want? Anything." She took a few steps back in fear that my father would strike her.

"I want my fucking roast. That's what I want." He started. I already could tell that this was going to end terribly. I just sat in silence, watching my parents fight, again. "You always fuck shit up, Louanne. I'm tired of it. Can you get something right, just for once in your god damn life? I regret choosing you to spend the rest of my life with. I regret choosing you to have a child with. She's just as worthless as you."

"Michael, I'm sorry...I won't do it again. I promise. I love you..." My mom trailed off as her eyes began watering. I couldn't stand to watch this. Every night. Every fucking night they did this. He always found smething to bitch about. I hate him...I hate him so much. He used to be such a great dad-supportive and loving, I don't know what happened.

"Michelle, go to your room." I just looked at him with a glaze of tears in my eyes. I didn't want to leave. What if he hit her? "Go to your fucking room. Now."

I got up quickly and went straight to my room. I was so scared, terrified. I always get like this when they get into arguements. They're not even arguements, he's just bullying my mom. I collapsed onto my bed and buried my face into my pillow. I was crying for the third night in a row. I couldn't be alone right now, I needed someone to comfort me as soon as possible.

I reached for my phone and dialed Chris's number. While the call was still connecting, I hear my dad yelling at my mom some more.

"I can't stand you. You're such a fucking idiot! You're a drunk and you're the reason why our daughter is such a fuck up. She gets it all from you!"

I instantly start bawling. Chris please pick up. Please.

"Yell-o?" Chris answered, finally.

"Chris..." I said sobbing. You could hear it all in my voice.

"Michelle? What's going on? Are you okay?" He questioned sounding very concerned.

"My dad...he's doing it again." I started to tell Chris. "He keeps yelling at my mom...calling her names. I'm scared. I don't want him to hit her again...I don't know what to do."

"Michelle, it'll be okay. Everything will be okay, okay? He's not going to hurt your mom, and if he does hit her, don't do anything stupid, please. I don't want you to get hurt, too. I care about you too much to see you more hurt than you already are. Just stay positive, darling. You'll be okay." Chris told me, trying his best to comfort me.

"What if it doesn't turn out to be okay, though? What if the government takes me away from my mom? I can't be away from her...I need her. I love her." I said crying more than ever at this point.

"Come over right now if it's that bad. My parents are away for the weekend and it's still early enough for you to get out."

I hesitated for a minute. Could I get past my dad without him trying to hurt me? I guess it's worth a try... "I'll try to be over in ten minutes."

I stood up from my bed and went to look in the mirror to clean my face up. My mascara was running  and my eyeliner was smeared. I wiped it off with a makeup remover cloth and went to put on my shoes. I calmed down a bit at this point. As I grabbed the door handle someone was already forcing the door open.'

It was him, my dad. He had the scariest look on his face. His eyes glowed with anger and his eyebrows were furrowed. "You little bitch." He said to me.

He had pushed me over and I fell onto the carpet. My eyes began watering again and my heart rate went back up. I was terrified... "Please, don't hurt me...." I said, just above a whisper.

"Can't stop what's already been done." He started. "I fucking hate you and your mother. You're the only reason why I can't leave this cunt!" He slapped me.  I clutched my cheek into the palm of my hand. I didnt know what to do. He started walking closer to me. "You're nothing but a worthless tramp who should just kill herself already. No one likes you. All you have is your piece of shit mother and your faggot ass 'best friend.' I bet he doesn't even give a fuck about you, he's too involved with his gay lovers!"

I was really set off at this point. Not only was he talking about my mother, but he was also talking about my best friend. I wasn't crying just because I was scared anymore, I was crying because I was also furious. Furious because he thinks he could talk about the two people who mean the world to me. I stood up and pushed my way past him.

"YOU FUCKING BITCH. DON'T YOU EVER PUSH ME." He screamed, chasing me through the house.

I darted for the front door and broke off into a run to Chris's house. He only lived two blocks away from me. I ran out of breath when I was just approaching his house. I looked back to see if my dad was still there, he was gone. I was hoping that he didn't do anything to my mom while  was gone. There was nothing I could do about it even if I was there...

I walked up to Christopher's door and rung the door bell. As soon as he answered I latched onto him and hugged him as tight as I could. I was crying, again. I broke away from the hug and walked into his house.

"What happened?" He asked. I started telling the whole story.