Damaged

Chapter 3:

My aunt pulls in front of the 4 story high brick apartment building.
She watches me walk up the steps and disappear in the building entry way.
My mother lives on 2nd Floor, apartment 206.
I lightly knock on the door.
She asks, "Who is it?!"
I replied with a firm voice, "It's Velena, open up."
She swung the door open, and the smell of Newport 100s and Booze carried in the air.
I walked in and the door slammed behind me.
She plopped down on the couch, with her new boyfriend of the week.
He propped his busty tan Timberland boots on top of the coffee table with a lit cigarette in between his fingers. Walking through the small living room straight to the back, my room door was left wide open. I found an woman, who I don't not know passed out in my bed. Colt 45 40s crowed my dresser, and 6 inch heels thrown across my room floor. Instantly, I go to my mother and confront her about it and she hauls off and smacks me right across my face. Now hearing her yelling to her boyfriend, "This bitch got the audacity to ask me about my own household, she don't pay no damn bills around here!" I quickly run to the bathroom and see a red whelp on my left cheek, slightly swollen with a sensation of stinging. I don't say anything again, avoiding another slap or maybe worse...