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I ran as fast as I could to my closet as I slowly waited for my mom to snatch me into her arms like she always does. We were playing hide and seek. Something we'd play daily it seemed like. My old room was matte pink, and I absolutely adored it. My American Girl dolls sat perfectly positioned one after the other. It was something that I could love and adore without it hurting me back.
When I was younger, I would play with my dolla frequently and usually pass out. Once I woke feom my slumber, they were always placed perfectly in order on my shelf. I often wondered if the dolls did that themselves, if they had a mind of their own... By now I knew that it was my mother.
All of a sudden, I hear foot steps coming towards my room and blissfully listen to my mom's dazzling voice saying "Adri... Where are you? Come out right now!" I chuckled slightly hearing her footsteps enter my door. I gasp, and hide deeper in-between more clothes, in my closet. I keep quiet... I really wouldn't want her to find me...
My mother starts vigorously looking for me as I snicker under my breath. She finally finds me. I have a beaming smile on my face and I gaze at her. She wasn't smiling. I would always wonder to myself... Don't all mommies smile at their children? All my friends in school would tell me fascinating tales about how much they cherrish their mom, how much they appreciate their mom, and how much their mother loves them.
My mother never smiled at me. Only when she had her hand, shoe, or belt on my body smacking, punching, and bashing it on the floor. When I'd disrespect her for hitting me, my father would always tell me to be grateful that I even had a mother, to respect my mother, to be kind and generous to my mother because thats how mothers deserve to be treated. So, regardless of what I thought about my mom, I thought I shouldn't care what she did to me because all mothers love their children... Supposedly.
I remember moments like these everday, and I think I'll remember them for as long as I live. That day she beat me like there was no tomorrow. She yelled " Why did you do that! Adrianna answer me!" I tried to ask her but what did I do in between my welps, but all I could do was bawl, sob and weep. Nothing but murmurs would escape my mouth. Nothing helped. After she was done doing her evil deed, I was left there in my matte pink room that didn't seem as happy anymore.
I was alone, absolutely alone. I'd eventually apologize for whatever she thought I did, but other than that no one really took care of me. Except for someone. This very special someone that was dear to my heart. That was until she died. My grandmother could turn my cheerless and distressed world upside down in a second. The way she looked at me with such happiness and bliss was heartwarming. The way she cared for me in such a tender and delicate way made me sense amorous for her everytime I got the chance to see her.
My parents weren't the best-- they aren't the best. I eventually got out of that house and my mom left because I did nothing right and that she never knew why she didn't go with the abortion when it was offered. I stayed with my dad, and he wasn't as bad as my mom. He never layed a hand on me and I don't think he ever will. He thought hitting your daughter as a dad was totally erratic. He was just really strict.
When I left for college in New York, I got a dorm. I met so many wonderful people there. I made friends. Beautiful, outrageous friends. At home I had friends, not as many as I have now but I had. After my mother left, my dad let me be with my friends more often. He'd usually tell me that he thinks life is now way easier without mom in a way. I'd always agree. I loved him, I always will. I just wish... I had more time.
My roomate, Ana Gutierre, was basically my sister. We did everything together; we have been friends for over 2 years. I remember when we first met, she was this beautiful brunette with curly waves to die for. She was the most cheerful little cupcake. I felt so out of place next to her. She was always up and perky, while I was the laid-back one. She always gave me fantastic advice. Never a dull moment with her. I'll remember her forever.
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Authors note:
PLEASE READ!!
This is one of my first ever written novels on wattpad!! I've written others but when i was like idk 10? Anyways, they were trash🚮🚮 The first few chapters are already written. And im currently in winter break so perfect time to start a book. I'm so excited to start this new adventure of writing. REALLY REALLY hope i dont bump into mr. writers block on the way. But there are a few things i need to know.
I need to know if you guys like this chapter because its not going to stay this innocent for long.
a. should the chapters be longer???
b. idk i just wanted to add a b lol
but tbh idk if they should be longer of if this is the perfect size or what im so sososo confused and nervous and UGHH.
i really dont want to turn into (justinsavenger) who literally updates every fucking 6 months, that shits so fucking annoying.
Anyways, on the next authors note i will talk a little about me so i can interact with my readers!! Dont forget to vote and comment ID LOVE to see what you think of the book.
I LOVE YOU ALL AND THANK YOU FOR READING THIS FAR IKIK ITS PRETTY FUCKING LONG
