I was woken up early the next morning, Mother screaming my name like she was being murdered! I ran downstairs as fast as I could, my heart basically was beating up into my throat. But as I got downstairs I saw her standing there perfectly fine, and that's when I realized what was happening. She had been drinking again. Before I could ask what was the matter she began screaming again, she slammed me against the wall, jamming her pointer finger into my chest, her voice making my ears ring... I knew all of the neighbors could hear her.
"Why didn't you finished the kitchen?! You didn't sweep! I pay for the fucking roof above your ungrateful head! All you do is cause problems and eat everything! You're fat and selfish! Clean this up! Get to school on time and when you come home clean the rest of the house!"
Her words echoed in my mind, but I didn't dare cry until she had stormed upstairs, I cried as I heard her calling me names, and smashing things... She knew I could hear. I cleaned the kitchen, I swept and mopped the floors and I tidied everything that was out of place. I didn't have time to get ready properly and ran to school in my Pj's.
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Small hands
Teen FictionFrom the eyes of a boy named Ben with his head in the clouds the first year of high school isn't what he expected. (GRAPHIC NOVEL UNDRAWN)
