My mother always hated me. She would always come home, and take her anger out on me. And by that, i mean abuse. I used to have a dad, until my mother went insane and murdered him, right infront of me. "Ever treat me like this, and this will be you, my darling Vonia" she told ne that night, stroking her hand with my fathers blood on it, making me flinch. Its been ten years since his murder, and today, is the ten years. I stood above his small grave i built for him, the first one my mother kicked all the stones off into all different directions. As i look down at his grave, i cant help but let the tears slide off my cheeks, and land onto the bright, red rose. Resembling life, which he no longer held in his hands. I try not to cry about him, but i cant stop myself, i miss him. He was the only one who had my back. My knees buckle, and i land on the floor, crying. It felt like i was glued to the floor. I got up, wiped my eyes clear, not caring about the light makeup i had on, and said my silent goobyes to my father. I turned my feet in the soft, moist dirt, and headed home. And of course, it would start to rain, making me even more depressed. As i was walking home, i felt a sense of person watching me. I turned and no one was there. I ran home, not wanting any chances of me getting kidnapped. I slowed my pace and caught my breath when i saw the light brown colored home of mine. "Im back, mother" i called into the house. "I dont care" was all she said. I walked up the stairs, and into my room. I wasnt poor, and i wasnt rich. My mother is an accountant, so she made decent enough money. For herself. I had to earn my own money. Even though i am 15, i had to fake my age, and tell them i was 17, so i could get the job i have at a coffee shop not too far away feom my home. I lay down on my bed, and close my eyes. Suddenly, my phone rings, startling me. I look at the bright screen, and it says unknown caller. I let it go to voicemail, but it never stops ringing. Annoyed, i answer it, "hello?" "Everything you know, have been told, is a lie, wouldnt you want to know the truth? I will call you back in exactly 3 hours, just enough time for you to know something about your most prized possesion.. your dad. For your first clue, is he really your father? You know the only person who would know, Vonia. 3hours, time is a ticking" the voice says before hanging up. I look at the screen of my phone, and it is blank. When i call it back, there is no ringer. Weird. I dont even know if i should ask her that. Should i? No. Well, i should know if he is my dad. I open my door, and walk down stairs. Seeing her in her chair the way she is sitting is giving me goose bumps, "mom?" I ask as politely as i can, "what pathetic child!" She said, i gotten used to the way she talks to me, but it could sometimes still hurt, "who is my real dad?" I regret asking. She freezes, and sends me a death glare, "what was that, if you dare say it again?" She asked warningly, i swallowed, "who is my real dad?" I ask more confindently. "Oh, so you really wanna know?" I nod, "well, he iz buried 6 feet under, where no one can hear or see him anymore, and unless you want to end up lying next to your wusssy of a daddy, i suggest you shut, the, hell, up!" She screamed before her hand swiped across my forehead. She punched my eye, then my nose, eventually reaching my abominal areas. I collapsed to the floor, and she kicked, shs kicked harder than she punched. She spit on my face when she was finished, "just a question" i mumbled. She kicked my throat, and mocked me, "just an answer" she said mocking my voice.
