You can call me emo (boyxboy)

Wait ... what

I sat there staring at the phone, this man just said he was my what?
"Hello .. Tear?" The man who just told me he was my father said
"What? Yes? Wait . You're my father?"
"Well yes I helped create you, now where is your mother"
I looked at the phone number trying to memorize it in my head, I had so many questions by all he seemed interested in was finding mom
"She's out, I think at work or at her boyfriends I'm not sure"
That wasn't a lie, I didn't know where she was but she sure didn't have a boyfriend more like the guys she worked for and got paid for working for.
"Well my number is on the phone, tell her to give me a call when she gets home"
Than he hung up, I had so many more questions like why did he leave? Did he love me? Where does he live.
My mom walked in the door a second later as I'm sitting on the floor. How long have I been sitting here? I looked at the clock which read 8am.
Holy shit it's the next morning
"TEAR GET YOUR ASS OVER HERE NOW" my mom yelled.
I jumped up and ran to her as she entered the door wobbling, great she's drunk.
"Yes?" I whispered. I never spoke loud around her
"YOU GO TO YOUR ROOM NOW" I looked at her confused
"YOURE A PIECE OF SHIT I WISH I DIDNT HAVE YOU" she screamed as she hit me
I ran to my room and sat on my floor, my face red and a tear going down my face
I'm used to this by now
yes. I get abused daily by my mother..