Chapter 1

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***Warning***

This chapter has a lot of curse words. More then I usually have in my chapters. Also there is abuse and self-harm in this chapter. If you are uncomfortable reading that stuff then please skip this chapter.

***Mia's Pov.***

"Mia get you ass down here right now!" My drunk mother yelled from downstairs. I run downstairs to see what she wants.

"Yes, Mum?" I ask hoping she's not mad. It's bad when she's mad.

"Why didn't you clean like I told you to?" She asked. Great she's mad.

"Mum, you never told me to clean." I told her trying not to make her even more angry.

"Are you calling me a lair?" She asked. Shit, I know how this is gonna end, and it's not gonna be good for me.

"No, Mum that not what I me-" She interrupted me. "You are so fucking useless. Why couldn't you be the one to go away and not your brother?" She screamed at me. She then slapped me across the face when I tried to protest.

"Don't you talk back to me, bitch." She screamed in my face. She grabbed me by my hair and dragged me upstairs into the bathroom. She grabbed the bleach bottle and poured a bunch on the floor.

"Now I'm gonna teach her how to fucking clean." She said with a smirk. She shoved me on the floor in the bleach. My hands, knees, leg. and feet burning from the bleach. I tried to stand up but she wouldn't let me. Tears started pouring down my face. I couldn't get them to stop. I always tried not to cry in front of her it only make sit 10 times worse.

"You're really gonna cry like a fucking baby?" She asked laughing. I tried to stand up again but she wasn't letting me. The pain was unbearable. I tried to hold back my scream but I couldn't. I screamed as if someone was gonna heard my cries for help. But I knew it was pointless. She started hitting and kicking me until everything went black.

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When I woke up I noticed I was on the bathroom floor still. I quickly get up and clean up all the blood that has dried on the floor. I then hop in the shower and clean myself from the dried blood. I was about to get out when something shinny spotted my eye. It was my blade. I looked down at my arms. They were covered with purple old scares and new scares. I know I shouldn't do it. But I have to. I grab my blade and make a deep long cut on my arm. As I watched the blood flow down my arm I felt all my pain go away. I made another cut and another. I couldn't stop until I had 15 deep cuts on both arms. I get out of the shower and wrap myself in a towel. I grab the first aid kit and wrap my arms in gauze. I looked at my hands, knees, legs, and feet and saw burns on them from the bleach. Those are gonna leave scares. I walk back into my room and change into sweatpants and a big sweatshirt that use to belong to my brother. True is I miss my brother. But I know he probably doesn't miss me.

I walk downstairs and see my mother asleep on the couch. I walk into the kitchen and make breakfast before she wakes up. She would be pissed if she woke up and I hadn't made breakfast for her. I made eggs, bacon, and toast for her. I put it all on a plate and went upstairs. I spent the rest on the day listening to music and play my guitar.

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My mother walked in drunk again tonight.

"Did you fix me dinner?" She asked rudely.

"No mum I didn't. We don't have food for me to fix." I told her calmly.

"That's why you need to go to the fucking store." She yelled. I flinched away.

"You didn't leave me any many, mum. How do you expect me to go to the store with no money?" I asked nicely, hoping she wouldn't yell again. I was wrong.

"That's why you need a fucking job! You are a fucking worthless piece of shit. You don't do anything around here. I'm the one who does everything. You don't have a job. You can't go to the grocery store. You don't cook. What are you good for? Nothing. Nothing at all. I don't even know why I had you. You are worthless and not worthy of love. No one will ever love you if you are useless." She screamed at me and threw a beer battle at me. It broke and cut me above my left eye. I could feel the blood trickling down my face and it hurt really bad. But I didn't dare cry.

"Go to your room. I don't want to ever see you again." She told me. I ran to my room and sat on my bed and cried. I then stood up and tip toed to the bathroom. I cleaned the cut up. I then heard my mother yell.

"Mia" She screamed at me.

"Yes mum?" I ask as I walk to the stairs waiting to see what she wants me to do.

"Get down here." I ran down the stairs.

"I'm sending you off to were ever your brother is." She told me smiling.

"Mum I'm sure he doesn't want me."

"I've already called him and told him he has no choice. You are leaving tomorrow morning. You better have what you want to keep because once you gone I'm getting ride of all your shit. I can't believe I finally get to get rid of you. It has only taken mt 16 years." She said smiling. I run up to my room and start packing with tears in my eyes. Sure my mum isn't the best mother but I still lover her. She's the only person I have. My brother won't want me and will probably leave me in the middle of the street once he realizes how messed up I am.

I haven't even seen my brother in years. I know he definitely doesn't want me. He probably hates me as much as mum does. I finish packing and go to sleep. Tomorrow is gonna be a rough day for me.

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(A/N- Hey guys so this is the first chapter of my new book. I hope you liked it. I'm sorry it has so many curse words. I promise I usually won't have that many in one chapter. Also sorry this chapter was such a sad chapter. I feel bad for Mia! But I hope you guys enjoyed the chapter. If you did make sure to vote for the chapter. It tells me how many of you like this book. Love you guys. Bye!✌)

(P.S. If you are struggling with depression and/ or self-harm and need someone to talk to, remember I'm here. I will always listen. No one should have to deal with this alone. I love you guys and you guys are amazing. And you guys matter to me. I love you guys.)


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