When i woke up the house was quiet, to quiet for my liking usually Mama is running around screaming at Papa for being a no good cheating oaf and Papa screaming at Papa for being a no good . But no it was silent, now that's not normal. Getting up I slipped on my usual worn out bunny slippers, and the old torn jacket.
Picking up my black rimmed glasses from beside me it made everything less blurry, yeah i wear glasses to improve my site. Walking around I saw Papa passed out on the couch with one of his hookers draped over him, walking to the master bedroom I find Mama cuffed down to the bed crying naked with a gag stuffed in her mouth.
Walking over I pull a hairclip out from the draw and uncuff her, she's full out sobbing into my petite body. "Shh. Mama. Its okay. Shh." I sooth her hair back brushing a few strains of her dirty blond hair back, it was a normal routen I do. Papa's not abusive to me, but to Mama it's a whole diffrenet story.
To tell you the truth Papa just acts like I was the only joy that came out of Mama, what he does to her his wrong. But it's not my place to say anything so I keep my mouth shut, and my eyes closed. Big brother doesn't seem to mind Papa's behavior if anything he helps with it, I watch as they beat her sometimes.
I watch all the vile things Papa does to her but every time I try to tell someone Mama stops me. To others we look like a perfect family, but to me we look like a mess. "Mama are you okay?" I ask once again looking into her strangely lavender purple eyes, ones I share with her. She let's out a shaky nod a grabs some clothes, giving me a little move sign I walk out to the kitchen.
I wasn't nice looking kitchen like the Wayne's more of the run down kind; I do the daily routines make black coffee no sugar and asprin for Papa, a bottle of vodka for the Hooker and a glass of orange juice for big brother. Setting them all on the counter I go to my room and change into my school uniform and put my wild golden blond hair into a high pony-tail only my bangs and a few loose strands left out, grabbing my highlighter blue backpack I stuff all my books inside and walked put the front door.
