Mover

Not Again

When I got home I went directly to my room. Boxes were still lying all around the house. I almost tripped on a few. I flew up the stairs and ran into my room and about burst into tears.

"HOW CAN I BE SO DAMN DUMB?" I screamed and punched the wall.

I heard my sister and mother come in the front door. I heard Amber yelling at my mom again. It sounded fuzzy between the walls,"She humiliated me again!"

Oh course she would blame me. She blames me for everything that ever happens even though I'm older! I am 1 day older because we were meant to be twins but she was born a day later.

"I will talk to her," my mom always says that when she is going to smack me,"in the mean time, you go clean your room." My sister never gets in trouble.

My mom is a short, scraggly woman. She has a sleeve tattoo and a tattoo on her side saying 'Fuck You'. She has vipers and a septum piercing. She has scars all over. Some from when. My dad protected me from her.

I would be better off with my dad but he got jailed last year. He was trying to protect me from mom when she went on another rampage. She broke my arm that time. Dad broke a bottle while I dialed 911 on the floor.

"911 what's your emergency?"

"She's trying to kill me!" I choked into the phone while my dad fought off my mom.

"Who? Honey calm down. What is going on?"

"My mom is trying to kill me and my dad is fighting her off," I was at a whisper from screaming,"please send an ambulance."

"Ok please tell me your location." She sounded worried.

"200 Branke Avenue South. A small blue trailer... Please help she killing me..." Then I passed out.

"We will send help right away."

The next thing I knew I was in a ambulance. My mom's face was bloodied and my dad had scratches all over him. They were both put in cop cars.

A few weeks later I went to court on behalf of my dad. But he got put in jail for 10-20 years. Even with my broken arm and my testimony they still put him away. Remembering that is the hardest thing. Nothing happened to Amber.

I took out a small box not even 6 inches and opened it. Pictures of my dad and I. I took the first one out and started balling. It was a picture of him holding me when I was around 5. So happy. He was giving me a piggy back ride. We were both smiling.

"Hey! Why would you even talk to anyone? You go say your sorry to your sister now." I could smell the Jack Denials in her breath even though she was 5 feet away. She had a cigarette in her mouth, ready to light up.

"Whatever" I said turning so she wouldn't see the water works.

"Do you want to get beat?" She said flicking her ashes at me. They burned the back of my neck.

"Ok I will" I said trying not to touch my neck.

"What are you looking at?" Mom doesn't like when I look at pictures of dad or talk about him.

"Nothing I'm unpacking,"I said shoving a handful of pictures under the mattress.

"Oh really? Let me see." She tried to grab the box from me but I clung to it like my life depended on it. "Fine!" She kicked me in the back. I didn't make a sound. She has kicked me around so often.

She took a puff of her smoke and blew it in my face. "You were a mistake. Why can't you be like your sister?" She says that all the time. I don't know what I did. I'm her mistake but I'm not my dads. He always wanted kids.

She left my room and I grabbed the pictures from underneath the mattress. Some were crumpled up but the ones that were the most special were ok.

I miss him a lot.

Why does my mom have to be such a bitch?!

Not that long sorry. Tell me what you think and keep reading! ^-^ personally one of my favorite parts so far.