“Mommy?” I called out, tip-toeing through the dark hallway.
Maybe she wasn’t home again… I bit my lower lip and tried not to cry.
It was 8pm on my birthday and mommy hadn’t been home all day…
Maybe she doesn’t care
I turned away and walked back into my room, I picked my Barbie up. I sometimes wished I looked like her, she was so pretty, and she was a good girl, she was never punished like me.
Mommy would love you better if you behaved…. I thought tiredly.
I put Nessie, my Barbie, back in the toy box closing the lid, my door opened and I turned around excitedly hoping Mommy was home.
Chase stood there frowning at me. His brown hair was messy.
“Brat.” Chase balled his hands into fists looking really mean.
I bit my lip again and shut my eyes tightly; maybe if I didn’t see him, he wouldn’t see me.
Chase was now only 4 years older than me. He was 12.
Smack
I felt his hand against my face, smacking it harshly. Tears sprung to my face, it stung so badly. I wanted my mommy.
She doesn’t want you. The voice in my mind laughed at me causing me to cry.
“Don’t be such a baby Jess.” Chase rolled his eyes at me and smiled.
“Go away.” I whispered not looking at him.
“Go away.” He mimicked in a high-pitched voice.
“Chase.” I complained.
“Chase.” He mimicked me again, making me angry. Why couldn’t he just go away?!
I clenched my fists and shut my eyes really tight.
“Baby, Baby, Baby, Loser” He chanted multiple times, I kept getting more and more angry.
I ran out the room, wanting my mommy.
I knocked softly on my mom’s door. She didn’t answer it.
I crept inside quietly.
Mommy was in bed.
I jumped and smiled.
Mommy was here!
“Mommy…” I poked her side.
“Chase is being mean to me again.” I poked her again, but she didn’t move.
“Mommy, it’s my birthday today, I turned 8.” I tried again, but mommy still wasn’t moving.
Maybe she needed snuggles?
I picked the blanket up and got under it holding mommy.
She smelled of alcohol, like she usually did.
The bed was wet under me, so I got up and lifted the blankets all the way up.
A red pool of liquid was coming from mommy’s body onto the bed, it was all over me now.
Chase came in and saw me and screamed.
I looked at mommy as Chase ran downstairs.
Why wouldn’t Mommy wake up?
