One Chance (Toby Turner FanFic)

"You're a piece of shit! I wish I never had a daughter!" I heard my mom scream at me.




I hear this everyday. When my mom comes home from the bar, she takes her anger out on me. She flirts with guys, gets turned down, comes home, and beats me.




"I didn't do anything!" I say as the tears form.




"Your father would still be alive if it weren't for you!" she screamed.




My father died two years ago from lung cancer. The beating started last year after my mother fell into incurable depression. My mom blames me for my fathers death. Yet, I'm the one who took care of him for three years when he was diagnosed.




"I help him! If it weren't for you, he'd probably still be alive! I took care of him for three years! You're the one who put both of us down all of the time!" I screamed while backing away from my mom. My back hit the wall behind me. I was trapped.




"How dare you talk to your mother that way!" she seethed. I felt a sting hit my cheek. I rubbed it and slid across the wall, running past her.




"Come back her you brat!" she said grabbing a handful of my blonde hair.




"No! Why won't you just leave me be!" I pleaded. My mother smirked and punched me in my stomach. I couldn't take it anymore. I grabbed a handful of her brown curly locks and pushed her head down.




She went down to the ground, but so did I. I lay on top of her motionless body. I pried her hand out of my hair. I rolled off of her and sat, examining her. She opened her eyes and looked up at me.




She slowly picked up her arm and rubbed my back. She always went from abusive, to sweet in a matter of seconds. It's like she'd forget what she'd done, and act like nothing ever happened.




I played along and stroked her brown hair. She smiled at me and sat up. "I'm going to sleep, honey." she smiled and got off of the floor.




I got up as well and smiled at her. "I can't wait until I'm eighteen, and move out of this hellhole." I thought to myself.




I trudged up the stairs, my mom behind me. I felt my hair being pulled and my body fell backwards. I tumbled down the stairs and hit the floor. Hard might I add.




"That'll teach you not to EVER touch me again!" my mother smirked and she climbed the stairs. I heard her bedroom door shut.




I picked my head up off of the floor. "Just three more days, Bailee. You can do this!" I think to myself. Once I'm eighteen I'm out of here. Three more days until by birthday.




I pick myself off of the floor and climb on my hands and knees up the steps. I get to the top and open my bedroom door. I closed and locked the door behind me, climbed into bed an drifted off to sleep.




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