The Regection of Kellita Morris

8 Years Later

Flashback

I never respected my moms, she was always dissing me and her boyfriend Morgan was just plain mean. Is it wrong to not love your mother? I guess not if she beaten you all the time, cussin' at you, tellin' you, you ain't nothing but a piece of shit. Now in my mind i see the white family being nice to each other, having family meals, kisses and hugs instead or beatens or burn marks. At least thats how I see the white family on my TV.

I head downstairs and talk to my ma
"Hey ma what's for dinner?"
"I don't know, what you cooking?" She chuckled, but she won't playing "Besides you going to Tremain house for dinner"
"Aww, you know daddy can't cook" I pouted
"Hey, what did I tell you about calling him daddy, he may be your father, but he's not your father"
"What?" I whispered to my self, and made a face
"Morgan is" she finished
"What?" I said loud enough to make her give me the 'Stop yelling in my damn house' look. "But I don't like Morgan"
"Why?" She asked pouring herself another glass of wine
"Cause he stank, like weed, and I'm pretty sure he's married with four kids"
"Yep he married to me and you are now his fifth kid" she looked at me smiling "Congrats"
"How are you gonna take care or four more kids. You can barely take care of me"
"Excuse me?"

As soon as she said that I knew I shouldn't have said something, she was about to pop the weasel before the weasel go pop. Sadly I am that weasel.

I walked away from her and walked towards my room. She ran after me.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" She screamed

I didn't say anything, I just packed my bags 'cause I don't want to stay here, I took all of my clothes and valuables and but them in a travel back pack, that I could snap around my chest, while I did this we talked.

"Hello!" She waved her hand around "I'm talkin' to you, did you forget how to talk?"
"No!" I yelled "I'm sick of this, ma, you yell and smoke and drink and hit me all the time. I mean look at us right now, were yelling at each other that's not what family should do, we should love each other and be together, but all you do is get mad" I yelled and walked off
"Where are you going?"
"To live with dad"
"Good cause I don't want you here, you eat to damn much"
"I don't eat a damn thing" I said and was about to walk about the house when she grabbed me and threw me to the ground
"You are not leaving them house and I'll be damned if you do" he hit me so hard, everything got blurry, I coughed and blood came up, then I passed out.

I was twelve.