Prologue
April 28
She's back again today. She has been coming around more than usual recently. Ever since that stupid baby came out of her. She just came knocking on our door claiming it was his. Jaymon hasn't been around that much. He knows how much he means to me but never comes back. Stupid brother. He knows I love him, but won't listen when I give him advice. I thought he was suppose to be the big brother. Let's hope she doesn't spend the night tonight. All I hear is their moans and the bed creaking. The baby won't stop crying. I Try to stop it, but nothing ever works. I mean, come on! I'm only 13. She just needs a mother. She needs someone to love her. She needs-
"Falon!" I heard my new step mother, Amber, yell from the bottom of the stairs. "Get your ass down here, you little shit!"
What did I do now? I always made a mental check list in my head before relaxing. If she let me. Let's hope she's just giving me work, and not a, well...
I trudge down the stairs. Please be quick. I wonder what I did wrong? Or is she just giving me more chores?
I find Amber in the kitchen, knife in hand. What is she doing with that? I look around the kitchen to see if she's cutting anything. There is nothing. I look back to her.
"Is there anything you need, Amber?" I say in a calm, clear voice. She hates when I mumble.
"I told you to call me mother, you little bitch." she screeches.
I don't know if I was feeling bold that day, or what. I guess I just had to reply with: "As you wish, 'Mother, You Little Bitch.'" I knew I would get punished in some way, but she was asking for it.
I braced myself for the first blow, but it never came. I looked up, and right at that moment, I felt a wave of pain on my forehead. She just cut me with the knife that was in her hand.
"You fucking cunt!" she yelled. "I didn't raise you this way!" She hit me this time, and her fingernail caught my cheek. I fell to the floor, cowering behind my hands.
Please don't kill me. Please don't kill me. I kept chanting over and over in my head.
She kept hitting and kicking me. She kicked my stomach, then used the knife to cut me. Multiple blows to the face.
She kept saying, "What're you gonna do about it, Bitch? What are you gonna do?" She said that about ten times, before taking my wrist and dragging me up the stairs up to my room. I started to struggle, screaming. The more I struggled, the more rough she was on me.
"Jaymon!" I sobbed. "Where are you!?"
Amber threw open my bedroom door, almost smashing it to pieces. I finally slipped out of her tight grasp, and tried to run out of the room. Key word: tried.
She caught me by the arm and tackled me to the ground. She started to punch and bitch slap me. This is one of the worst beatings I've ever received from her.
Jaymon, I need you. Help me. Save me. Please...
She hit me again, this time with much more force than before. I was screaming my head off, it hurt so much. I took a breath, and started coughing up blood. She kicked me in the stomach several times, before I blacked out for several seconds from blood loss and pain.
The door of the room bursts open, and Jaymon stands they're, looking shocked while taking in the scene before him. Nobody moves. All that was heard was my wheezing, and Amber's panting. Jaymon had stopped breathing.
Amber let out a cry, and kicked me with all the strength that was in her. I couldn't breath. I heard a scream, something crashing to the floor, then silence.
"Falon," I heard Jaymon whisper. "I never meant for any of this to happen. I'm so sorry for not being there for you when you need me most." He kissed the top of my head. "I'm so, so, so sorry. I love you. Please don't leave me. The ambulance is on its way. Stay with me."
His words started to blur together, and I could barely breathe. I heard frantic shouting, then everything went black.
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