This is a story about a teenage girl who lives with her abusive stepfather and birth mother
Bam* Bam* Bam* he hit me three times Ina row. My mother stood in the doorway, watching and crying while she is careful not to interfere. Cause she kno...
I went to her room and opened the door. "Mom?" Where is she. I then heard the shower turn off. I sat on her bed waiting for her to come out. She came out after a while dressed in a simple grey shirt and blue jeans.
"Hola mija" she said, her hair still wet from the shower. "How was the night at Amandas?"
"Good. So I wanted to have a conversation with you, if it's okay?"
She looked at me like I had sprouted another head. "Sure" she replied hesitantly.
"Let's go outside" I walked down the stairs and out the patio door, my mom following. We sat down on the old table.
"So what do you want to talk about?"
" Do you...um....love him?" Her eyes turned hard and she looked at me coldly. She knew who I was talking about. I already knew the answer but I just felt like I had to ask her.
"Of course. You know that." She said it a little too harshly, but she didn't notice.
"Do you think he loves you? Cause he always hits you and me, but you forgive him" I know that had pushed a nerve since she got up and slapped me.
"Don't you DARE say he doesn't love me or you! He's just protective of us"
I grabbed my cheek and stood up. "Yeah he loves you so much that he hits you EVERY DAMN TIME" This is not how I pictured our conversation. I walked away.
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*The next morning*
It was Monday morning as I woke up, exhausted from yesterday's argument. I took a quick shower and dried myself. I looked in my closet and decided on a pale knit sweater and jeans with moccasins.
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I grabbed my white with blue flowers Jansport backpack and walked out the door.
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I opened the heavy doors to enter the school and was immediately surrounded by Kim and Amanda. They didn't give me a chance to say hi, because they bombarded me with questions.
"Is it true?"
"Did you really?"
I was getting confused. "Did I what?" I continued walking but stopped in my tracks when they said
