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"Mommy!," She watches me as I plead. My father throws a punch to my stomach, making me cough and wince in pain. "Please tell Papa to stop!," I began to cover my face trying to protect myself from the harm my father is doing to me.
My mother's face is expressionless. My screams of horror filling the house, feeling like the town next over could've heard my cries for help.
"Mommy isn't gonna fucking help you kid," Papa kicks my back and stomach. Over and over again. I hold my knees close to my chest, covering my face with my hands. Hoping this will all stop soon.
My fathers rage is horrendous. I didn't even know why he was so angry with me. What did I do to make him so angry?
"Aaron.. You were a mistake that came into my life. I never wanted a baby. I should've listened to my mother when she told me to get an abortion.," Her blank face watches me as Papa continuously beats me.
Mommy didn't mean that right? Maybe Papa is just having another bad day and got upset.
"Your fucking pathetic. Crying for her knowing she won't fucking help you!," Papa then grabs me by the back of my neck to make me stand on my feet. But at that point I couldn't even stand. I knew mom and dad were always angry with me, but I loved when Matteo and them were over. When they were over that's when mama and papa seemed to care for me.
I try to stand on my feet and it's becoming cold in this house. I'm shirtless, no shoes, only shorts on my body. The room starts to become a blur as dad begins to yell at me again. I feel a warm liquid start to drip down my face. I feel that liquid on my lips, sides of my head, and other places that were becoming numb.
"Get out this fucking house," why does he always have to yell at me? What did I do? I have good grades in school, I make my bed and clean my room and I do all this stuff for them. Why was papa so mean? And why didn't Mama seem to care that he was so mean? Why didn't she protect me like other mama's do to their son or daughter?
"Here Aaron, clean up before you leave this house. We don't want anybody coming to this house with you by their side.," Mama throws a towel at me. And of course Papa is yelling at me to hurry up and leave the house. "You have to learn Aaron. You're 16 now, stop begging me to save you.," My mothers nonchalant voice echoes in my head as I clean the red warm liquid off of my body.
And right after that. I tried my best to run. Run away from this place I called home. My body aches in pain. My tears running down my cheeks none stop. I limp as I run, and as soon as I can't see the house anymore I stop running. I walk at the pace I can walk.
Then, after what feels like ages I see a big house. The house color looked darker than before, but that's only because the night sky had no bright stars tonight. Right when I'm on their door steps I fall down to my knees, crying louder than before. My legs are so sore from walking, and getting beaten.
