A/N: Heh, I wrote his after my first and second chapter. No biggy. I wrote them all on the same day. Hehe. Enjoy, comment, vote. [:
I remember that morning very clearly. I was thirteen. The night before she had made us this great dinner. Homemade lasagna, cheesy mashed potatoes, asparagus, and a pumpkin cheesecake for dessert. Little did I know, that that was the last time I would ever taste her food or see her again.
I woke up from my food coma, happy-go-lucky and smiling. I went downstairs to get some cereal, expecting the norm. I hadn't heard anything that morning, so I went to check on my parents. They weren't in their room, or any room for that matter. Hm, maybe they went out together or something. I continued to think that until my dad came home.
I was in the hospital that night, the neighbors had heard the screams. When I had regained consciousness, I found only my dad there.
"Where's mom?" I asked, afraid to upset him again.
(Language warning)
"The bitch left. She packed her shit and left." All I could do was stare at him. Is that why he did this to me? What the fuck did I do to deserve this? I mean, I may look a lot like my mom, but did he really have to beat ME? I didn't cry when he told me, I would wait until he left. I never cried when he took his anger out on me. I mean, he's never done anything as bad as to put me in the hospital, but he's beaten me out of anger before. I couldn't help but feel I was the reason why she left. I began to hate myself. Even though I knew I wasn't the reason. But then, why would she leave me here all alone with him? I guess I had to learn how to protect myself from him 'cause mom wouldn't be there to protect me anymore.
After he left, I cried. Cried for the physical pain I was feeling. Cried for the hole my mom left in my heart. Cried for the abandonment I felt.