Deep in the night, a girl lay curled up in the corner of her room, sobbing into her shirt as she gently rubbed her bruised body. Her wrists stung, still bleeding from the cuts inflicted on them not ten minutes ago. She wasn't always this way. Everything about Leah used to be perfect. She was smart, beautiful, popular, and kind. Growing up in Philadelphia, could have taught Leah to be hard and mean. But Leah was optimistic, always smiling, writing and reading. All of this changed when her father lost his job when Leah was in 8th grade. With her mom as the only adult employed, she paid all of the bills single-handedly. And since she was just that type of person - calm, collected, and perfect - she did so without complaint. But after a while, poor Sarah Adams couldn't take it anymore. Sarah and her husband - and Leah's father - James, fought viciously all the time. This made the Adams' home, once a loving and welcoming place to be, a place of misery and despair. Every night, when she thought it was relatively safe to come home, Leah would arrive just in time to hear the screaming. She made sure she texted her sister, Elizabeth, that it wasn't clear to come home yet. That's just the kind of person she was - someone who tried to look out for her loved ones.
"Could you get off you lazy ass and pay some goddamned bills? I'm only one person!"
" I don't have any fucking money to give you, God dammit!"
"The mortgage is due! You need to get your shit together!"
"What do you want me to do?"
"Get a fucking job!"
"Who the hell do you think you are, telling me what to do?"
"I'm the one paying for every fucking thing you do, you asshole! Get out of my damn house!"
"It's not your fucking house!"
"It's not?"
A hysterical laugh earned Sarah a glare in return.
"Well who the hell is paying all these damn bills?"
James knew she had a point. But what the hell was he supposed to do? That was a question not even Sarah had the answer to.
AUTHOR'S NOTE: sorry if you don't like it. i know its not very good, but im a reader not a writer. dont hate and just fyi its going to be a short story. on a less serious note i have like zero followers so no ones going to read this but whatever, ill have fun. what do you think of leah? AND JUST FYI ITS MY STORY SO NOBODY TRY TO STEAL IT OR ELSE...DUN DUN DUNNNNNNN
~Caitlin
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