The broken key to my broken heart.

Chapter 3: a nightmare thats what my life is

"We're going to stop to Panda Express to eat"
"Sounds Gucci"
Alejandra stopped putting lipstick and turned to look at me with a confused look
"What does Gucci mean"
I cracked a smile, she's such a great lady. I admire her.
"It's a slang word it pretty much means good"
" my kids always use those type of none real words a lot. who knows maybe by the time we get home I'm gonna learn the teenage language"
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"No kale please don't you're drunk you don't know what you're doing we can fix this" I hear my mom say to my dad " I've had enough of your god damn bullshit" it's getting hard to breath "s t o p" I hear myself struggling to get the words out, I run up my room to get my phone, I dial 911 and as soon as I pressed the last number, I hear this awful noise BAM. My phone falls out of my hand. I stay still I can't move I can't breath "911 what's your emergency" all I can hear is the lady from the phone talking. I walk slowly to the kitchen scared, frightened. "Mommy d-daddy" I hear myself say I hear nothing, no noise. When I got to the kitchen I found my mom with blood all over her chest and a gun on the kitchen table my mom, she's gone. I start to have another panic attack "NOOOO" I hear myself scream.
I suddenly wake up with tears on my eyes "honey are you okay?" I see Alejandra next to me i guess I was screaming pretty bad. "Y-yes just another nightmare" a nightmare that's what my life is. "David stop at a gas station I'm gonna get Emma a water bottle" I wanted to say I didn't need it but my mouth was dry the drive was a 24 hour drive. "How many hours do we need" I asked Alejandra
"3 more hours" David replies, great.
"Oh okay" I'm hungry tired and who knows what else, I just need a really long nap with happy dreams.