"Why do you have to go.." I whisper softly as I tuck a piece of hair behind her ear. Why did you leave me like this. My only friend.
I hear the sirens get louder and louder as they rush to the accident. If only they could have saved her. Her lifeless body is ice cold,blood splattered up her torn clothes. Sad part is,the crash didn't make them that way.
If she would have just helped me..if she would have tried to come to my rescue. After the 5th bottle was thrown my way,he gave up. He saw my pain, and it drove him crazy. Seeing me hurt is what drove his heart to keep beating.
Tired of seeing the same frightened face,he left. About time..
I pushed myself off the floor,trying to gain some balance. I hear a cough,
"I'm sorry.."
What the hell does she want..
I growl in my mom's direction in response of her apology.
"Doesn't matter, you never help me."
My eyes soften as she picks up her car keys,"I'm going to the store.."
She watched me get beat for the 5th time today and she wants to leave? I should have expected it, it's all she does.
"I care why? " I say through clenched teeth.
"I wanted you to come, I miss my princess." God,I miss when she'd call me that and would actually make me feel like her princess.
"Well,I don't want to go.."
I look up to see shock fill her face. "Why Cynthia,I know you don't want to be here.."
She's right. I dont want to be here. I want to escape this place forever, all my father does is hurt me. He hates me with every bone in his body. I make him sick and I always have. My mother has never tried to save me. Sometimes I don't blame her.. I've seen him do worse to her,if she saves me,he'll kill her..
Then it'd only be me left. My older brother left a couple years ago,the perfect son to my father. He ran away at only age 16,never looking back. Even though father loved him,he still hurt him. Over.. and over.. he.. he even did bad things to me. I feel sick to my stomach as I think about it.
"Cynthia!" My mom shouts,snapping me back into reality.
"What do you want from me!? Do you want me to be your loving daughter again?" I shout,the anger dripping from my mouth.
"Our family went down hill a long time ago and it's all your fault! You never helped Harry! He suffered because you never did anything to save him and now he's gone! Now I'm dads new toy! Are you happy with all of this? Huh? Are ya!"
My blood is boiling,at this point I don't care about my second beating. Not anymore. I'm not holding back,she did this to us. She got with this horrible man,only caring about her happiness.
"Anwser me already! I hate you with all I am! IT'S ALL YOUR FAULT THAT WE NEVER HAD A GOOD FAMILY."
I unclenched my fists as I see a shiny tear run down the side of my mothers face. Did I really just say that to her,I want to take it back. Take it back Cynthia, tell her you didn't mean it. She is your mother and she hates to see you hurt. She knows if she tries to stop him he will only hurt me more. He will kill me.
She sighs,and walks out the door. I can't believe I just let her go like that. My own mother.
I kick the wall as hard as I can. The pain throbs as I walk up the stairs to my room. My walls are covered in holes. Chalk white,no color at all. Except for the old blood stains splattered along the walls.
I run my fingers tips along the cold walls,wincing as I remember clearly how each blood mark got there.
This was from the time I forgot to do the dishes and dad pushed me against the wall and slit my thighs with his pocket knife..
That one was from when I accidentally spilled dads beer. I missed school for a week because of that.
Tears start to run down my bruised up face as I see what's left from the biggest puddle of all.
He saved me that night.. I sit down on the side of my bed as I picture that horrifying bloody night. The night Harry finally ran away from this place..
I was only 12, I had just came home from school. I walk up stairs to see Harry and father fighting in my room. Dad has a broken bottle in his right hand,corning my brother.
"Why do you do this to me?" I hear Harry cry out.
"Because it's all your fault. I have to come home every night after working hard hours to support you, your stupid mother,and your pathetic little sister."
"What did mother ever see in you.."
I cringe as Dad starts to smirk, it disgusts me when he does that.
"Your mother had no choice.. she became pregnant with you at 16. Her parents kicked their slut daughter to the curb. Stupid for her my old man self found her. She was so excited that a 27 year old handsome man found her. Thinking I would help her,save her, give her that princess life she always wanted.
I raised you since you were a little baby. And she tried to leave me.." dads spits on Harry while laughing.
"Me! She tried to leave me! I grabbed her by her hair and yanked her back inside. No one leaves me. Found out she was cheating on me too. She got pregnant. I killed the baby. You almost had a baby brother Harry."
With that dad takes the broken bottle and forces it into Harrys stomach.
I covered my mouth forcing myself to stay quiet.
"So I raped your poor mother! Again, and again, and again. So she could forever live with my baby. Cynthia is a disgrace to your mother. Because she is all mine.." I run out of the room. My mommy loves me. He's a bad man who tells lies..
"MY MOTHER LOVES CYNTHIA. SHE'S THE STRONGEST OUT OF US ALL."
I stop in my tracks, Harry is trying to stick up for me..
THUD.
I hear father groan in pain, as I see my brother run out of the room. Harry must have pushed him down.
Harry takes one look at me and whispers,"I'll come back for you.."
With that he was gone. Forever.
I sigh to myself holding back the tears. He doesn't want you to be hurt over this.
The phone starts to ring. It was very rare for our house phone to ever go off. No one ever calls except for the school. I pick up the phone knowing dad had left to go get some more beer.
"Hello?"
"Umm, hello this is the hospital. We.. we are sorry to tell you this but your mother Gloria Ann Rose has been in a car accident. She.. she didn't make it."
"WAKE UP,IT'S TIME FOR SCHOOL YOU DUMB SLUT."
I'm waken by dads screams. Another bad nightmare. I miss you mom. It's been two years since your car accident. If I would have just went with you.. maybe our life could have ended together.
