Broken Home

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Time Skip & Trigger Warning

I was now in third grade and things seemed to be falling apart more. We lost our old house because the squirrels chewed through the wires. So now we had to move again and with every new move my parents started to hate each other more. They were constantly fighting and I never knew why. Every day was a new fight and I hated it. It was scary to see them always fight even when my father got a bit abusive.

One day after school I came home and I saw my father sleeping in his bed. I went into my bedroom and layed on the floor working on some homework. I was working on my homework when I heard my father walk into my room. "I thought you weren't supposed to be home yet." My father said angrly. "We had a half day." I said before he scoffed. "Why couldn't you be somewhere else." He said as he walked back to his bedroom. I stayed laying on the floor and sighed. 'Why is he so cruel sometimes?' I wondered as I finshed my assighnment and waited for my mom to come home.

A few weeks later I came home from school feeling unwell and decided to lay on the couch. It was getting hard to breath and I didn't want to bother my father. It started to get worse so I got under the couch cushions just as my mother got home. "Sun...Sun are you alright?" My mother asked franticly as I shook my head. I felt so off and didn't understand. I felt the cushion being lifted and looked at my mom. "Does your father know?" I shook my head again and my mother sighed. "Get up and put some shoes on." I nodded and slowly got up.

We then arrived at the clinic but my father didn't come. Now a days he always had an excuse. I laid in the clinic bed and looked at the TV. My mother was angry and I knew she wasn't mad at me. I looked over at my mom tired and annoyed. "Are you mad at me?" I asked as she turned to me and sighed. "No, I'm mad at your father for not paying attention to you like I told him too." I nodded and looked back up at the TV. It was the only thing keeping my mind busy.

After three breathing treatments I was allowed to go home, but I was on bedrest so I wasn't allowed to go to school the next day. I thought it would be fun, but I was so tired that I didn't do much but rest. My mom stayed home with me since my father was going to work and be out with friends. It always annoyed my mom when my dad went out for darts with his friends. And it annoyed me,too a bit. There was so much I didn't know about him and part of me didn't care.

A few months later things with my parents started getting worse. I hid in my room as I heard them fighting. It scared me but nothing terrified me more than hearing my mother scream. I ran to there room and I saw my father beating my mother and choking her. It frightened me to see her struggling below him. I looked around the room and saw some of our shoes and decided to throw them at him. It seemed to enrage my father as he let her go and stood up. "Leave, leave and don't ever fucking come back!"

He then quickly left the house and I turned to my mother. "Are you okay?" My mother shook her head and hugged me tight. I could feel her trembling against me and it only made me more scared. I have never seen her like this and it saddened me. My father hurt us but he wasn't done hurting us mentally. As an Eight year old I realized the world was scary and the people you love can turn against you and hurt you. That night my mother and I slept in my bed and it took hours for us to both calm down.

"Sun, please don't talk about what happened with your friends." I nodded and headed into school. I never told them what happened or my teachers. Until a teacher came up to me and pulled me into her office. "Have a seat Sun, I wanna have a quick chat with you." I nodded my head and sat down in her office. It smelled of Brusslesprouts and something else I couldn't place. "I got a call from your mom and we talked for a bit." I nodded my head but remained quiet. "Did your mom tell you that your dad wouldn't be living with you anymore?"

I nodded my head and she sighed. "Did your father hurt you Sun?" I shook my head and the woman sighed again. "Your mom told me what happened Sun, you don't have to be scared." I sighed and bit my lip anxiously. "He scared us." Was all I said as she nodded her head and wrote something down. "We're all here for you Sun, and things will get better." I nodded and looked down. I was unsure if things were actually going to get better.

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