What's My Purpose In Life

The Gang Up

Hey guys. Thanks for reading my first chapter. Here is the second chapter. I hope you like and please vote and fan me. I would really appreciate it. Thanks!

Joseph was stomping on Chelsea! What the fuck is wrong with the guy?                

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“Joseph stop! Why are you doing this? Stop!” Mom yelled as she pushed him away from me,” Is that what your parents did whenever they were mad at you or when you did something that they thought was wrong!”

When she separated us, I ran right out of my room and ran down the stairs while the two continued to argue back and forth for the second time day. I went straight into the living room looking for where to hide.

Where can I hide? Not behind the couch only someone stupid would hide there. I looked to my left. There were 3 doors in the hall. No they would easily find me. I’m running for my life here. I looked straight ahead of me and there were 3 closets. The doors were cream color. The center closet had the towels. The closet on the left had hanged clothes. The closet on the right had shoes. Well, Mom’s shoes and other stuff.  The closet should be a good place to hide. I went to left closet knowing that rarely if ever someone goes to the closet to get something. I hear Mom and Joseph still arguing, but this time they are quieter. Then I hear foot steps and it is Mom. She is going from room to room throwing things and slamming the doors. When she comes to the closets, I don’t know why but my heart starts to beat a million miles a second. She had a “pissed the fuck off” face. I think she’s looking for me. She opened the right closet, looked in it, and slammed it close. She opened the middle closet and did the same. I bent down and rolled myself into a ball hoping that she wouldn’t open this closet door.

She did exactly what I wanted her not to. I lift my head up to see her standing over me. Not literally. She grabbed me by my arm and dragged me out of the closet. I wormed and squirmed to get out of her grip, but she was just too strong for me. She dragged me to the living room.

“I feed the stomach while your father feeds the brain? Are you kidding me? What makes you think that I can only feed the stomach?” She screams in my face. Wow. Maybe I should listen to their arguments more often. “Well, I am going to show you that I can feed more than the stomach!” And with that she smacked me. Now I would have hit or tried to hit her, but if I tried I would get beat even harder. She then just left me on the floor confused and worried if I should just run away or run out of this house. I just couldn’t take this anymore so I decided to just get the heck out of here. While she went around screaming and cursing in French and Creole, I got up and headed for the front door to get out of this fucking hell hole. Yes, I do know cursing. It is due mostly to the fact that Miranda and Joseph are always cursing each other out. So you kind of pick up on the cursing, but I have never said it. Although I do put the finger up behind their backs and think it. I would have gone through the back door, but she was digging for something the hall with the 3 rooms that led to the back door. I took my keys from the key bowl and Joseph comes down. My right hand was on the door knob and my left hand had my keys. As soon as I heard him come down the stairs, I just immediately froze. I don’t know why but I just did.

“So where do you think you’re going? Huh? TELL ME WHERE YOU THINK YOU’RE GOING?!” Joseph screamed as he took his last step off the stairs and bent down to get in my face for the second time today. When I opened my mouth to answer he smacked me in the face, took my keys from me, smashed it into the key bowl, and smacked me for the third time today. Fourth if you include Miranda smacking me. “Answer me where do you think you’re going?” I opened my mouth again and this time I got punched in my stomach. I dropped to the ground in an instant. You know I don’t get why ask me questions if you don’t even get to here my answer.