JEANNE

Chapter 13- mom and dad

Today was the day I see my parents and I still had no idea what to say to them. About 1 hour of thinking of what to say I heard my doors lock click open and two grown men came in and out a straight jacket on me but not the mask. "Just relax. We are just here to escort you to your parents." One of the guys said while grabbing onto my arm. He must've sensed I was getting scared. The other guy grabbed my other arm and they walked me out of the cell and down the hall. I was trying so hard to stall so I could think some more of what to say but what could I say? This is just who I am. They turned right then left again and we came to a room like a prison talk room where the prisoners talked to people behind bullet proof glass but this glass wasn't sound proof. They sat me down and stood behind me. I knew my parents were infront of me but I didn't want to look up. I didn't want to face my problems. "Look at us!" My dad said in a stern voice. I looked up slightly and I saw my mom with tears in her eyes and I looked back down. "Look at you! Look what you have done to yourself!" My Mom said in a shaky voice over her tears. I closed my eyes blocking them out. "You were our only child and now we lost you!" I got the courage to talk back and I yelled "IM NOT DEAD YOU KNOW?!!"
My dad raised his voice back "DONT TALK TO YOUR MOM LIKE THAT YOU LITTLE BITCH!" I wasn't hurt by that statement at all. He's always mentally abused me but that sentence did bring back a memory. I was only 6 years old and I was helping my mom cook. He was sitting at the table reading the newspaper before dinner. I looked up to him and loved him when I was little but ever since this he was my enemy. My mom left the kitchen to go outside and get something. He put his newspaper down and asked "could you hurry up with that! I'm starving!"
"I'm trying daddy." I said in a gentle voice. "Ya? Well trying isn't gonna get it done faster!"
"I'm only 6!" I raised my voice a bit.
He slammed his newspaper down and stood up. His chair screeched across the floor. He grabbed me by my shirt. "I NEVER WANTED A GIRL! I WANTED A BOY! COOKING IS THE ONLY THING THAT DAUGHTERS AND WIVES ARE USED FOR! SO HURRY THE FUCK UP AND COOK ME MY DINNER! I DONT CARE HOW OLD YOU ARE! YOU NEED TO LEARN!" He yelled in my face.
I cried and fell on the floor. I was weak from how scared I was. He kicked me and yelled for me to get up. I didn't move and started crying even more. "JUST SHUT UP ALREADY! STOP ACTING LIKE A BABY!"
I continued crying and he picked up the pot of hot water and poured it on me. It gave me 1st degree burns because it wasn't as hot since we just put it on the stove. It wasn't even boiling yet. I screamed in pain. I looked up at him with tears in my eyes and repeated one of the many words my mom used to call him. "BITCH!" He slapped me and I feel to the floor passed out. My mom said when she walked in he was trying to help me and he was so scared and she believes the story about me accidentally knocking the pot on off the stove on me. The burns went away after a while but one stayed. It's on my back and it scarred my skin. I will always have that memory. I fucking hate him!

I looked up at him straight in the eyes. "You were never for me! You are the reason I am in here! Your the reason I was alone all my life! You never cared about me! No! You never cared for a DAUGHTER!" My Mom started trying to calm us both down. I looked at my mom. "You are an inconsiderate horrible mother! You don't deserve a kid!" I felt her heart brake in the look in her eyes. My heart didn't brake. Mine was already broken! I looked back at my dad with harsh eyes. "Your a real dick! Mark my words! One day I will get out of here and when I do I'm coming after you dad! I'm going to tear you open and eat your organs and drink your blood dry! You don't deserve to live......daddy!" He stood up like he was about to go off on me. I bet if the glass wasn't there he would've knocked me out or worse. He started banging on the glass at me and yelling and swearing. The guards took him outside and I looked at my mom with my scarred smile on my face. My mind broke. I no longer cared for anyone. I no longer felt bad for a monster I was. I felt happy. I felt....... hungry. "Omg. My poor angel. I'm so sorry I let all this happen to y-"
"Save it!" I cut her off.