After that night, and the realization of the truth to my life, I was never the same happy Quinn that everyone had known.
I couldn't understand why everything was this way. Why they all wanted me to be so sad, I guess that's just how the 4 year old mind works.
I did my daily routine, nothing more, nothing less. I got up in whichever family members house I was at that week, ate breakfast, went to school, came home, and read some books. I wasn't really what you would call "social", I talked to a few little girls during my occasional trip to the park, but that was about it.
My family never paid much attention to it, it wasn't really their problem. I tried my hardest not to complain. I knew my mom was busy with Jake, and everyone did their very best to take care of me.
It was a Saturday evening, I was with my aunt and we were supposed to be going out to dinner. Suddenly, I saw my moms car pull up in the driveway. She got out and started walking towards the door, stumbling over her own feet. She slammed open the door and I could tell that something wasn't right.
"Mommy!" I yelled, I was so excited to see her for the first time in days.
"What are you doing here?" Asked my aunt, and she motioned me to go in to the living room.
I could hear them arguing in the entrance way, and my aunt called my mom something that I didn't understand. She said she was drunk... whatever that meant. My mom called my name, so I went out towards her.
She grabbed my arm viciously, whipping me towards her.
"Ow mom!"....it slipped out of my mouth.
"Mandy!" My aunt yelped.
"Shut up! Let's go" Snapped my mother.
"No" standing with my feet firm on the ground. I tried to get to my aunt but I wasn't fast enough...
I'll never forget this moment, it was the beginning of a new habit for my mother. I put my hand to my bright red cheek, stinging terribly. I was petrified. I couldn't move. My aunt told my mom to get out or she would call the police.
My mom left...
I didn't really understand what had just happened. I only knew that my mom did something that I would never forget.
I was only 4, and I didn't know what was right or wrong. So I was willing to forgive my mom for her actions and move on with life. Unfortunately, it would occur more and more often. Leaving me with scars that would last a lifetime....
Before this night I was like a little china doll, innocent, and carefree. Now I was shattered pieces, scattered across the floor.
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The Unfortunate One
Historia CortaI was never wanted, I was my mothers worst nightmare. As I grew older she became more and more violent, and it never let up. Never leaving a mark I had nothing to show, I could never escape. My life became a horror, when I gained an inch I lost a mi...
