Lost Half

15

Dear Ethan,

I understand what Mrs. Mozart was meaning when she told me that. She called CPS. My mom was called and told, "We're sending an agent to survey your house. Your daughter must be home."

I went home, and my mom threw a vase at me. She missed and the vase hit the wall, some of the glass hitting me.

"You told somebody! I thought you weren't fucking supposed to," my mom screamed. "You're such a whore. I've got something for you to do tomorrow."

"What?" I shrieked, afraid.

"You'll see."

The next day, I came home from school with fear. I was afraid of whatever my mom would make me do.

When I entered the house, I saw my mom with her friend Damien. He met me only once and was mean.

"Now that you're home.." My mom smiled the sick smile I'm now used to seeing. She had become addicted to drinking. She was never sober anymore. I had to hold in the tears at that realization. "Damien is going to deal with you. Should we have him beat you or have a little fun?"

I was sobbing. Damien smiled. "How about I beat her?" he offered.

"Don't even touch her legs. I paid a lot of money for those things!" she yelled at her friend. Damien nodded and came toward me. I shrieked and ran to the corner, where Damien followed me. He stared down at me.

"Emily, you're in a lot of trouble." Then Damien punched me. I groaned, holding my face and trying to recover. He kicked my stomach and I coughed up blood.

"No blood on my floors!" my mom screamed at me. I burst into more tears as I noticed that she was smiling, not even caring that I was being almost beat to death. All she cared about was no blood being on her floors. Didn't she care where the blood was coming from?

Damien slapped me as I stood up. I tried to fight back. I kicked him in the groin. He fell over, clutching his 'stuff.' I inwardly chuckled, but when I saw my mom's furious expression, I stopped. I ran out the door and I'm shocked at where I went.

I went to your house.