My Story (True Story)

How i found out

Well as you can see from the description this is not a story (sucks right?).Nope,it's going to be like my own diary-wait..no that sounds dumb(well to me it does). I guess you could call it a book about a girls screwed up life?Yeah, that's kinda better. In this book, you will be reding about my fucked up life. This in my way is like to vent but sense I don't like talking about this kinda stuff to people I know in real life, I thought "Hey!why not put it in wattpad so strangers can see it and you won't worry about seeing the judging faces!" So here I am.Now you are now going to be my anonymouse therapist(feel honered). Let's get down to where this began or when I found out what was really happening behind closed doors.
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Finding out your mom was being abused:
I found this out when I was about 8,I think? so I was outside in my front yard just playing outside by myself sunse there weren't many kids living there.(I forgot to mention that my Father had a drinking problem back then.) As I was saying,I was outside playing like normally, when my Father came in the living where my Mom was inside watching T.V. I was going to go inside because remember when I said I didn't know what was going on? Well I used to adore him and I wanted to be just like him. My father wasn't the nicest person so he had a short temper. So he called my mom old lady or woman but my mom never was affected by it. So I thought it was okay but even when he said that I never called her that I just called her mom like any kid would. I was very close to my father when I was little.(Haha, itsnt it funny that you go adoring and loving someone so much that to the point where you would die for them to never talking at all even when living under the same roof?) I wasn't that much close to my mom but I loved her. My dad spoiled me and that's why I believe they where suffering money problems because if I wanted something I would just get it.(yes, I was a spoiled little bitch when younger but not anymore) OK now let's get back on track so my father went into the living room and then suddenly BAM! My father had kicked a little make up box my sister had (I have 3 other siblings.all older than me, 2 boys and 1 girl. Two gone and have happy family's and the second youngest brother is about to get married and move out.) Back to the "story", I was scared because I have witnesses my mom and father fighting and screaming at each other. But it still scared the hell out of me. I don't remeber clearly but then suddenly they stared screaming at each other. I was scared to go inside because all my siblings where gone so it was only us. I stayed outside till my Father went inside there shared room and left my mom there alone. I walked inside nervous and went to set beside my mom on the couch. She was smiling like usual, but I looked into her eyes and realized she was on the verge of tears. Then I looked and saw she was rubbing her palm so I went to hold her hand in comfort but she flinched. I asked her what's wrong and then I saw it. It looked as if a nail had gotten pushed Into her palm that was deep enough to draw blood. I asked worried "what happened?" And she told me my father had tooken his nail (which where weirdly long , I don't know why) and he had pierced the skin. I didn't know what to do or say but I was close to crying. What would you do if you saw your mom , that you loved so much, almost crying but staying strong for her 8 year old daughter like always? But all that I know is that nothing will compare to the screams of pain I woke up to at 2 p.m in the morning to on That night.

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Well this is starting to show like a story but I promise it's not. it's just about a girl on wattpad who decided to vent on here. I would like to thing on it as a rant book but I sad/depressing one. It's my first time writing so there will be spelling errors and punctuation errors but I'll fix them in time.
So um do whatever you guys do when you like a "story" or someone's sob story.
But please at least show me that someone is listening and I'm not just talking (or writing) to myself.
Yea, well thanks and have a Good day or Night. Bye.