Tough Love

Why?..

You silently walked home, dreading what your going to have to confront. Standing at your front door, you debate on whether or not you want to face this again. Conclusion: hell no. Despite your strong feelings and urge to cry and run the other way, you fumble with your keys and open the door. "Y/n? Is that you? Come bring me my shit!" Your mother yelled from her room. Taking a deep breath, you head up the stairs to your mother's room and open the door. "Hey baby, set my stuff down on my bed for me." You were greeted by a nicer voice than earlier; She must be high as ever right now, she's only nice when she is. 'She's not going to be nice when she realizes I fucked up' you thought.

"Where's my stuff at??" She asks impatiently, turning around from her nightstand and putting down a freshly rolled blunt. "I don't have it." You said slowly "excuse me? You can't do one thing right!" She screams at me, getting up from her chair and getting so in my space that I could smell what kind of weed she was smoking. "I'm sorry I got into a situation and ended up running out of the sto-" I was cut off by my momma's strong ass backhand colliding with my mouth, splitting it badly.

Cradling the right side of your face you stare at your mother not even hearing the shit she was screaming at you. Not even reacting to the following blow, you fell to the floor having been hit in the face again but somehow even harder. You couldn't stop the tears that were coming as you tasted blood in your mouth. "..you stupid good for nothing slut!!.."..I swear I wish I never fucking had you!.." were the only insults you could make out considering the fact that your ears were ringing horribly. You were slowly going unconscious but a hard kick to your stomach brought you back.

Why was she doing this? I mean this definitely wasn't the first time this has happened but why.? I'm supposed to be her daughter..someone she cared about not someone who was supposed to bring her alcohol and cigarettes and if I didn't, beat the absolute shit out of me. She must've gotten bored because as my vision slowly darkened, I watched her grab her stuff and walk out of the room. As I heard the front door close, I blacked out.