Armani Smith struggles with living a good life. She's known as a troublemaker at school, a royal pain in the ass for her teachers, and an often visitor at the police station. Her parents, Karen and John Smith tend to have a passionate hatred towards...
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Time: 6:30 AM. I'm not meant to be up until another hour. Shit.
To be fair you haven't slept in 3 days.
Shut up.
You're literally talking to yourself.
Bro stfu. Honestly.
As slowly and quietly as I can, I get up, get dressed, and enter the kitchen to get started on breakfast. My knees and ribs are killing me. I think John dislocated my one of my knees when I came home last night.
TW !!! Abuse mentioned.
Flashback
I reach for my phone, fishing it out of my pocket. Half of the screen is still smashed from when John caught me with it and decided to stomp on it. Repeatedly. 10:00 PM. SHIT SHIT SHIT. I'M FUCKING LATE. I ran home as fast as I could. How could I not fucking notice the time? As soon as I got to our familiar street I slowed down a bit so I could catch my breath for a minute. He's gonna beat me to death. FUCK.
I catch my breath as I walk up the wooden steps leading up to our home. I don't even get to lay a foot on the last one before I get pulled, a bit too rough for my liking by the way, into the house. I hear the door slam shut before I receive the first hit.
"WHERE THE FUCK WERE YOU BITCH ?"
I don't bother to respond. I know that no matter what I say, I'll still receive the beating. I can hear my so-called mother scoff before she responds for me.
