Its Not Too Late, Its Never To Late

Same Old Stuff

   "Sam I am tired of hearing about your problems all the time! Every night its the same old thing with you and honestly it gets old. You know you keep blaming your actions on your past...why dont you grow up and maybe things wouldn't be so hard." Shouted my "wonderful "boyfriend Alex over the phone. He and I have been fighting alot lately and as time goes on it keeps getting worse...sometimes i think to myself that yeah we have been dating for 2 years but should i really have to deal with someone who treats me like complete garbage?
  "So you have nothing to say now Ms.I Have Problems? Maybe try forgetting about your past! Theres a start for you." As he spoke those words I felt the anger building and I had to end the call before I said something I would regret.
   He was right though I blame alot of my emotions on my past because it wasnt easy for me and you know I still have alot of unanswered questiones that will NEVER be answered because the only one that could answer them is gone. My mother passed away when I was only 9 years old so I never knew her like I would have liked. I grew up with a abusive father and along with that he was always high and he never remebered how much he hurt me. Even till this day he says I lie about everything and says that I just want attention. So that is the reason why I tend to stay as far away as possible.

  I used to spend alot of time with my brother known as Machine Gun Kelly to many but now that he has became famous I dont get to see him really because he is always in the studio or on tour...and for some reason i was always kept a secret. I didn't mind though, I would rather be kept a secret because then I don't have to deal with crazy fans and all that. Plus, I know my brother would never forget about me so I have no reason to worry!
    "SAMANTHA GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE SOME GUY IS ON THE PHONE FOR YOU!" my druken father shouted from down the stairs. As I was making my way down I could smell the vodka more and more as i kept getting closer.
  "Here take it" he threw the phone towards me.
"Hello?" A familiar voice spoke

"Hi this is Sam who are you?"

"Wow I'm only gone for about 2 months and my father has no idea who I am, which I suspected but my own sister doesn't even remember me!Shows how much I am loved!" I heard my brother laugh as he joked with me.

"AHHHH I FREAKING MISS YOU!! HOW IS TOUR LIFE?!?! WHAT ARE YOUR FRIENDS LIKE?!?! ARE YOU..."
 
"Woahhh! Slow down there Sam haha. I miss you too though, how is dad treating you?" He asked in a defensive voice

  "Same old same old you know. Once in awhile he hits me but I try my best to stay away from him." As i spoke these words my father walked out of the kitchen with a look on his face that made me think either i run or stay.

  "WHO ARE YOU ON THE PHONE WITH? YOU KNOW I DONT NEED PEOPLE TO KNOW WHAT HAPPENS IN MY HOUSE! YOUR SUCH A STUPID BITCH! LEARN TO SHUT UP AND KEEP YOUR MOUTH SHUT!" My father got closer with each word he spoke and eventually his fist met my mouth.

"Maybe that will teach you to stop talking to strangers about shit they dont need to know" I droped the phone and stood in shock. I finally came back to reality within a few minutes and spit out a few words.

  "It was not a stranger..."

  "Excuse you? You still want to keep going?" My father stood up from the couch and walked slowly towards me.

  "I said it wasn't a stranger! It was my fucking brother you good for nothing piece of shit!" Once i spoke these words I knew I had made a mistake. I could see my father laughing.

  "What did you just say? You just screwed yourself over little one." I was never so scared in my life...