BOOM! Not again, I'm really tired of this place. But I can't seem to find the courage to leave. It all started when my dad died in a car crash.
I remember that day. That was the day my mom started to abuse me. She would get drunk every night and hit me scratch me and punch, kick, even burn me with her cigars. It was horrible.
"Annalise!Get down here and make me dinner!" I heard my mom scream snapping me out of my thoughts.
"Okay" I said sadly before running down the stairs preparing for the worst. Just as I came down the steps I heard laughter.
"Where's your pretty little daughter sarah?" Said a voice that I knew.
Crap. He's back.
I just walked into the kitchen and started making spaghetti. My moms favorite. I was stering the noodles when a pair of too familiar hands rested on my hips.
"Hey pretty lady," he said
"What do you want mark. I'm trying to make dinner" I snapped.
That's mark. When he came into my life it was the second worst thing that ever happened to me. The first was my dad. We were so close. He was my favorite person in the world. Now I have no one. At school I have friends but they have no clue whats going on. I turn to music. But I rarely get to listen I between school and my "parents". I really hate my life. I even started cutting. My mom doesn't know that either.
"You know what I want" mark spit back "don't give me attitude young lady"
"Not now mark!" I screamed at him only to get the reaction I expected. A slap on my face along with a firm punch in the stomach.
Then I fell to the ground only to be kicked right where he punched. Well that may leave a bruise.
I might actually be pretty if I didn't have scars all over and bruises on my face.
Slowly I got off the floor and back to the spaghetti. It was almost finished now. My mom needs a new taste in men.
