Bye Goat ||Colentine||

11. Kid

When I was walking home with the medicine that my mother wanted in a baggy, I couldn't help but feels super bored all of a sudden.

I saw everyone enter their small homes with shut windows and locked doors. I could realize it was going night was going to fall quick and that I needed to hurry it up. I was getting pretty chilly

As I arrived towards my home I heard some loud noises going on from inside. I couldn't make up what it was but I didn't think much of it.

I walked inside shaking off the coldness off of me. I placed the medicine on the table and decided to make myself some tea to warm myself up. I heard mumbling upstairs. As I waited for the water to boil I got cinnamon sticks and small pieces of ginger and placed them inside the pot to boil.

I went upstairs to hand my mother her medicine.

"Oh..my head.." I heard my mother say.

"Mom..?" I walked in my mother on the floor with my father standing next her looking at her.

"D-dad? What happened!" I ran to my mom tossing the medicine bag on the bed, "momma are you okay? What happened?"

"Go to your room Clementine." My father said in a stern voice.

"B-"

"Go now this isn't any of your business."

"Oh..leave Clemmie alone," my mother stood up from the help of me helping her get up, "thank you for giving me my medicine, my sweet love.." my mothers voice sounded shaky.

"Dad! What's did you do to her!" I turned to my dad.

"What did I do? Maybe you should ask your mother what she's been to herself taking those-"

"Oh gosh don't tell Clemmie this their just a kid!" My mother covered my ears.

"No! I'm not a kid I want to know! I'm not a little baby what is happening!" I got away from my moms grip.

"It's nothing love please go to your room.." my mother coughed.

"Get out now!" My dad yelled shoving me a little.

"Oh don't push-"

"Oh don't tell me what to do i can do whatever i want since you can 'whatever' you want either right?"

"That hurt.." I rubbed my arm and ran outside of the room shutting the door.

I couldn't help to listen to what they were talking about. I mean this wasn't fair I'm their child!

"Why did you have to bring Clementine into this?" I heard my father say.

"Oh gosh they don't understand their just a kid," I heard my mother open the bag.

I'm not a kid!

"This is all your fault that your so messed up.. and making our child to get your dr-"

"They're anti-depressants! They're making me feel better by the way you treat me and Clemmie!" My mother yelled.

"Why didn't you take them and leave the house then?" My father said.

"Don't be like that.." my mother coughed.

"Why don't you try and get better for the sake of yourself me and Clementine," my father spoke.

"You should be saying that to yourself!" My mother yelled.

"Oh gosh! Clementine deserves a better mother than you! I mean look at you!" My father yelled.

"I'm trying my best to protect my baby! From you!"

"Oh your so overprotective, but your not protective when you let our child run off to go get you your pills."

"Oh gosh why don't you leave me alone go leave!" My mother yelled.

"This is my house do not think I can't just kick you out!" My father yelled back.

All the rest I heard was constant screaming who how bad a mom my mother was and whose fault it was and how I don't deserve this and that my father won't try in anything.

Oh dear this was a lot. Was it? It's too much. I shouldn't be listening to this. What's happening to me? Was all of this happening behind my back? My mommas depressed? My father doesn't care for me? What's happening.

I ran down the stairs hearing things from above crash and slam and I didn't want to hear it. If they wanted to go away then I will.

I opened the house not looking back with the cold air gushing onto me I coughed and cried as I tripped and ran and ran. I didn't know where I was running but I needed to run.

I had to leave.