"Wake up , wake up!" I feel my body shaking ... My intoxicated mom is shaking me. I open my eyes slowly and see that her eye is swollen and I could tell that she was crying because of her light mixed skin. She's still yelling at me to wake up , even though I already did. She stares at me , and starts crying, she's crying really hard though.
Neveah she says to me, your dad left.
He hit me and left she says fast , like she didn't really want me to hear it , but I did . She stares at me then my clock , "better get some rest Neveah its 3:30". Finally she gets out my room.
I was so happy that I couldn't sleep!
My dad left !
No more of his verbally, physically, emotionally and sexual abuse.
The sad part about it is , he never really leaves for sure. He might leave for about 4 days then come back.
I always tell him when he comes back is
"Dont hit me"
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Antisocial
Teen Fiction"She's so quiet .." "Why won't she just speak?" "Can she at least smile ? " But little do they know .... Little do they know , they the quiet girl , isn't so quiet , in her head. So many voices in her head , she speaks so loudly & boldly... But only...
