Hurt by the lips of a liar

Chapter 6

“No, I am not!” I hear my mom yell.

“Give it!” I hear my dad say and my mom yells back.

“You can’t tell me what to do, you sick bastard!” I can tell that my mom is fighting her tears, assuming the way her screaming comes out of her mouth. I hate this. I hate it that when my dad comes back, the normal way to communicate in this house is by fighting and yelling. I figured out, that my dad only comes back when he needs something from us: money. My mom doesn’t get paid very well for the job she currently has, so giving away money is impossible. She can barely provide for us, how could my dad ever force her to give him money?

I hear my parents yelling again and this time, I’ve had enough of it.

I open my window, sliding it all the way up. I can see the rainy rooftop as I look out of my window. I climb out of my window, leg by leg, until I am standing on the rooftop with both of my feet. I slowly drop myself on the slippery rooftop, almost losing my balance. It’s hard to find any handhold on this roof. I slowly make my way down, sliding, as I almost fall down. My hand loses grip on the roof and I slide down very fast. My hand can still grab the drainpipe,  which saves me from falling down.

Finally, both of my feet feel the familiar surface of the street again and it gives me a feeling of relief.

I walk on the hard asphalt of the street, alone and in the dark. I check my phone, seeing it’s 1 am. I should be in bed now, sleeping, but I won’t go back home when my dad is still around. I hate the fighting. I walk to a bench nearby the park. I walk through a small alley and arrive at the bench seconds later.

I sit there, just sit there. Alone and in the dark, crying my eyes out. I think about what I did. It’s wrong, sneaking out my bedroom, but I hate all the fighting. I have no one to turn to when I feel alone. And the ones I want to turn to, hate me. Like my mom, my dad and most of all, Liam. A tear escapes from my eye as I think about him. I love him, but how can I possibly love him when he hurts and crushes me from the inside out? It’s complicated… I don’t even know the answer myself. It frustrates me. A lot.

The more I think about it, the sadder I become. I feel my last tear burning and wishing to roll over my cheek, but it doesn’t leave my eye.

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The morning starts as I finally lay in my bed. Birds start to sing and small strokes of sunlight enter my room. A beautiful morning it is. But it doesn’t last for long.

In no-time, my mom yells at me to come out of my bed and kitchen cabinets slam open. I can hear my mom dropping a plate in her hurry, so it didn’t surprise me when she started cursing and yelling at me again. I sigh deeply and I dress myself. I search for something to wear as my mom yells for me to come downstairs again.

“Yes mom, I’m coming” I sigh again and put my messy hair into a quick bun.  I glance into the mirror quickly, before leaving my room to face that grumpy bitch downstairs.

My mom surprises me by staying quiet as I enter the kitchen. Awfully quiet. No yelling, no you-are-out-of-your-mind’s. It’s nice. This might actually become a good day, I hope.

“Jesus, Charlot! Hurry up.” Here we go… I could have known it was too good to be true…

“Gee, mom! I am trying my best.” My tone surprises me and assuming the way my mom looks, it surprised her too.

“Excuse me, young lady?” Oh geez, what the hell did I got myself into…?

“I guess I’ll just go… Just pretending this never happened…” I say awkwardly, pointing to the door and awkwardly walking towards it… Wow that could have been my death. I check my phone, seeing Harry’s text again. ‘Oh yeah, shit. Harry…’

This is going to be a long day…

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