***** VANESSA'S POV
**** My Ruined Life
I was walking home from my first day of school and I couldn't get that stupid Ryan kid out of my mind. He was so awkward and weird, but he was intriguing. Weird, but true. Is that weird? I have no idea. Anyway! I was walking up my driveway and I stopped to get the mail. Then, I just stood there waiting for my little brother. He was getting off the bus with a big smile on his face and waving to his friends, so cute.
"Bye guys!" Kyle said.
"Hey buddy, how was your first day of school?"
"It was great! My favorite class was art, we had to write about ourselves and say it to the class and she g-gave us o-out our new pro-pro, uh Vanny, what's that biiiig word?" He asked. He can go on forever.
"Are you trying to say project?" I asked.
"Yes! Our project was um, it's gonna be a-a collage of our family." He finished with a big smile. If you haven't noticed my brother is in first grade and has speech problems. Mom tries to get him into speech therapy but dad disagrees.
"That's so cool! Maybe we can look around the house for pictures. I can help you if you want." I said while unlocking the door.
"Yeah! Mommy can help too!" He has the cutest smile, you can't help it, you have to smile too. "Daddy can help if he wants too."
"Yeah maybe." I mutter. I hear yelling and I quickly bring Kyle upstairs and into my room. "Okay Kyle, we are gonna hang out in here for now okay? I'll play your favorite song and you can tell me more about your day! How does that sound?" I quickly talk trying to make him not hear the screaming coming from the kitchen.
"Okay!" Then he went on from there. Thirty minutes later we hear a loud smash like glass shattering. "What was that Vanny?" He whispered getting closer to me.
"Oh sweety it was nothing, everything is okay." Pulling him into my arms. "Shhh, everything is gonna be fine." I start humming his favorite song and rocking back and forth. After about ten minutes mom walks into the room and sees us in the middle of the floor, both crying. She's crying too and locks the door behind her and curls up with us.
You see the thing about my mom is that she is weak. She has been since I was born. She has been working two jobs ever since I was born, all of it goes to my father and his drinking. Now you are probably thinking this is some cliche story where the dad rapes the daughter and mom has to fight dad to get us away and we will move and live happily and forget everything, haha no. You're sadly mistaken.
My dad doesn't hit us or touch us in any sort of way. He just drinks. That glass smashing earlier was probably him being so drunk that he dropped a bottle of whatever he drinks. The screaming is my mom just yelling at the body of what used to be my father. Pretty sad right? Well I got used to it. We all have, even my six year old brother! How can someone put someone through that sort of hell?
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Thanks guys for reading the first chapter!!! Sorry this one took so long, I'm in school (my biology teacher wants to kill us with homework). haha <33 thank you allllllll! :)
