Yesterday was my birthday. I had to eat alone in my bedroom because my parents were fighting in the other room. They were upset with each other because she was running out of money and she was fired. My dad's ne is Jean. He is the piece of shit father that won't get up off his ass to do something for his family. He is just the bad parent in every bad family. He is like the dog that no one likes because it is missing all of its fur. Which means he has a reason to his ways. The day I turned 15 he found out that my great uncle had leukemia. My dad just snapped, and wanted to hate everything that surrounded him. On everyday of my birthday, since then, he hated. I turned 17 yesterday. And instead of getting another birthday spanking, they get another fight, because they don't have money to buy ME anything. Everything was always my fault. My brother was in the other room. Blaring screamo music in ears. He was that emo kid in the corner nobody liked except me. He was my brother. Why wouldn't I like him? He was always either gone (probably smoking) or he was in his room. No in between.
It finally reached 2 in the morning and my parents stopped fighting. They went to bed and when I went to go check on my brother he was sitting there crying. "Charlie, why are you crying?"
"I want them to just fucking split up already. "
I smacked him in the face. He had never talked like that. In fact, he never talked. I started to tear up. I stormed out of his room.
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Teen FictionAlex is going through a very hard time, with her parents being split up. All she ever wanted was for everyone to be happy.
