Crazy beautiful Love {New Version} Editing

Chapter 2: with ears to see and eyes to hear

Do you feel cold and lost in desperation?

You build up hope, but failure's all you've known

Remember all the sadness and frustration

And let it go. Let it go

And in a burst of light that blinded every angel

As if the sky had blown the heavens into  stars

You felt the gravity of tempered grace

Falling into empty space

No one there to catch you in their arms.

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  I put my mom's dinner in front of her and she quickly dug into it. I looked over at my father who had a cigarette in one hand and a Coca-Cola in the other. I went over to him and then put his dinner in front of him, he thanked me. I heard my mom coughing and my head snapped to her, worried. She cleared her throat, grabbed her glass of vodka, and took a few sips. She then shoved the plate off the table.

What is she doing? I thought stunned.

"Britany, this food is awful! It was too spicy. After you pick it up, I want you to make me another one without the stupid spice. You understand?" She asked as her dark soulless eyes bored into mine.

I nodded quickly. "Yes, mother." She roughly shoved me letting go of my face, "Good."

I quickly bent down and cleaned up her mess as fast as I could. If I didn't hurry, she'd get mad and I'd get smacked. I shuddered at the thought and cleaned faster. After cleaning up the mess, I went into the kitchen, threw away pieces of the broken plate, and dumped the rest of the mess in the sink. I hurried and made my mom another steak. Within ten minutes, it was finished. I placed it in front of her and she took a bite. I was graceful she didn't spit it out or push the plate away, so I knew it was fine.

"Melissa, you need to start being nice to our only daughter." My dad said. "She had done nothing to you. Your being a fucking bitch and I'm sick of it!" Here we go again. They'd been fighting a lot lately, and I hated it. They were mates; they were supposed to be in love. Not hating each other. I knew they were really close to rejecting each other and thought of that, freaked me out. They weren't married to each other. And I never knew the reason behind that, I always had a feeling they'd been lying to me about a lot of things. Maybe to keep me safe from whatever it was...but that sounded crazy to me since my mother hated me because she had me when she was sixteen. She blamed me countless of times for herself missing out on prom, modeling jobs, and movie roles.

"I'm moving out starting tomorrow." He added. "We need a break from each other." No! I needed him here to keep me safe from the bitch of a mother. Everything in my life is falling apart! Does God hate me now? I thought I had done everything right! I'm a Christian, and I'm also in a Youth Group. I knew the Bible like the back of my hand. The Pastor wife was like a mother to me. I could talk to her about anything and she doesn't get mad at me if I was doing something wrong. She would understand me and would help me out with the hardest situations I have going in my life. I was graceful that she wouldn't judge me. Some people around school had been saying that she was a fallen angel, and was trying to earn God's trust again. Somehow I think it was the truth—just a feeling I had.

I ran over to my dad and hugged him. "Please don't go! I need you daddy. You're leaving me with her, why are you doing this? I thought you loved me and wouldn't leave me." I felt a tear ran down my face. "You promise you would protect me forever. You're breaking it right now."