Waiting For The Right Time

~Chapter 1~

As I lay in bed hearing the screaming and banging sounds my mom is making. Who knows what's happening, it is now 2:00 in the morning and I'm still up with tears in my eyes. I can never seem to fall asleep with the sore ness on my arms
and face. You would think everything would be better when I go to school tomorrow,see my friends and tell them the horror of what I go through, but no I don't go to school I have no education besides the things I tell I myself.

I try and fall asleep, trying to ignore the yelling, but as I start to dose off my dad barges in the room saying "What the fuck is wrong with you why the hell would you yell out of no where." I learned never to talk back or defend myself I just go through the pain of him about to slap me. I wasn't wrong he slapped me and found a book on my floor of my empty room and threw it at me. Yes it hurt and yes I was crying after he left the room.

Its now morning and my parents are not at the house. I have to clean the house before they come back from whatever the hell their doing. As I start picking up the empty beer bottles,cigarettes, and old taco bell from a week ago, I hear a car role up "FUCK." I quietly shout to myself. Their here and the house isn't clean, my mom walks in first with barely any clothes on and tells me to go in my room. I leave my door cracked so I can see what's gonna happen. My dad grabs my mom and they start making out. Honestly I don't want to watch this but I know the routine when they both get undressed they force me to watch.

The thing is, is that they could rape me, knowing them they really could and I'm scared.