Was I A Mistake (Completed)

(A.N. A story I wrote the other day out of the blue.)

BIRTH:

“It’s a girl!” They shouted causing me to wake. Although I was a baby I knew they were talking about me.

“What a girl? I thought it was a boy! I don’t want another girl. This is crap!” He yelled for everyone to hear. He didn’t even want to hold me in his arms; instead he walked out of the room.

AGE 1:

I heard my daddy walking around the house, banging through walls, yelling at my mummy. She was crying and chasing after him, begging him to give her a second chance. She would do anything for him, anything but give me up and that was the only thing he was asking. He stormed out of the door and drove off into the night. Mummy was too busy crying to notice that I had seen the whole thing.

AGE 2:

We meet up with daddy at a shop parking lot. He ignored my presence and talked to mummy. “You got child support but it wasn’t right. I am not paying for her only for you to take the money and spend it yourself!” He accused her with one excuse after another. He told her that I was a waste of time and breath, that I was a mistake and that she should just get rid of me now, when she can. Just like he did.

AGE 4:

Mummy needs to work some extra hours so she told me that I will be staying with daddy for a while. I get to his new house and sissy immediately punches me in the arm. It hurt so much, but all daddy said was to suck it up and he patted her on the head. She stuck her tongue out at me and tripped me before running away to blame me for picking on her. I walked out the back, heading towards the trampoline, my trampoline I recently got for my birthday. As I was jumping on it, sissy climbs up behind me and pushes me off, “Get off of my tramp!” she yelled with as much venom as a 6 year old could muster. “But it’s my tramp.” I replied, unsure as to why she was being so mean to me. She ran off to daddy and said that I was hogging HER tramp. He came up to me and put me in time out, saying it was her tramp and I didn’t deserve toys like that. If I was lucky then she will share with me otherwise I had to be grateful for what I got.

2 weeks had past and I was missing mummy like crazy. I didn’t get why she had been away for so long. Then one morning I hear loads of screaming and shouting coming from out the front of the house. Mummy was kneeling on the ground crying while daddy and the other lady were telling her not to dump me on random people.

They took her to court, trying to say that she had dumped me off to them so that she could run away and never come back. They almost believed daddy, until the other lady changed the hearing times and made mummy miss it. They finally listened to mummy after that.

AGE 6:

I took my own toys to daddy’s so I didn’t have to use all of sissy’s. She ripped their heads off and drew on their faces telling daddy and step mummy that I had ruined her toys. They made me clean her room with her as punishment and as soon as I went to check under the bed, sissy pushed me under with box’s to block my exit. I was trapped and crying; I didn’t know how to get out. She kept on jamming more and more things under the bed with me, squishing me against the wall and then she just walked off, leaving me trapped. Hours later step mummy came and finally found me from my sobs. She asked me why I had barricaded myself under the bed and that after my nap I should have told them I was awake. She made me feel guilty saying that they had been waiting for me for hours to get up but I had been selfish and hid under the bed. I tried to tell her the truth but she wouldn’t believe me. Daddy didn’t even care. “You think I want a woss relates to me?” He asked me before heading out the door. I tried saying sorry, but he wouldn’t listen.