Broken love story

The good days

*10 years ago*

I'm Ivory Elizabeth Morgan, today I turned six. Happy birthday me! School was great today. We had pizza, I got a 100% on my test, and my friends got me gifts! Why did I have to go home? "Hey sweetheart how was your day?" Daddy was still typing away on his computer, but I still answered him. "School was really good daddy." I smiled up at him and went to hug him, but he was still busy... He pushed me away a little and mumbled that he was busy. "S-sorry daddy." I went upstairs to my room. I wish daddy wasn't always so busy. I looked in mommy's room and saw her drinking. "Hi..." I said timidly. She looked up at me. "Oh hi baby, how was school?" She slurred. I looked down and mumbled a quiet "Good..." Why is mommy always drinking? I went to my room and saw my big brothers fighting. They were ten-year-old identical twins, but polar opposites. Sire was smarter and nicer than King. King was more athletic and popular, but he was meaner. He always teases me, Sire was always protecting me, so they were always fighting , but I love my little family. Plus today's my fifth birthday, so what could go wrong.

*Later that night*

I was hiding behind my bed. I couldn't stop shaking and crying. I was absolutely terrified. "P-please stop fighting bubba." I whimpered softly. "It's your fault, you little bitch!" King lunged after me and I flinched, waiting for the impact that never came. I looked up and saw Sire holding back King. "It's not her fault, she's only six years old!" Sire pushed King back. "She's the reason dad left. Dad actually used to be happy before it was born." He said it as if I were an undesired object and not his younger sister. Why is King always so mean? I cried all night until I passed out, I still had school tomorrow.

I woke up the next morning in my primarily empty room. Thank God it was just a dream. I got up and went downstairs. No one was down stairs. Where is everyone? I went into the living room and I saw mommy on the couch. She had a lot of bottles by her feet. I touched her hand, she was so cold... "M-mommy..." I pulled on her hand. She groaned lightly. Mommy pulled away and sat up. She was very unsteady. "O-ohhhh, it's you!" She looked at me with hatred. The same way King would look at me. "Mommy can you take me to school?" She laughed. "Noooo! You're the reason you your farther and my figure," she stops to look down at her waist, then looked me up and down. "left. You don't deserve a ride." Why did mommy sound so funny? "But mommy please..." I really needed a ride to school...it was too far for me to walk. "Didn't I just say no!" She swung her hand back and slapped me. Owww.
"Don't you dare fucking cry," she looked at me then grabbed me by my hair. "you're gonna pay for making your father leave me."