I, Samarah James, have officially had my first "bad day". Like, extremely bad day! My mother and father have not stopped fighting since I woke up this morning.. Today's argument is over .... over ....
"AYE YO SAMMY, GET YOUR A** OVER HERE"
Oh look, my signal.
"Yes, father?"
"So listen, your ma and I.. we have been having some ... issues ... and I am going to leave for a while to let your ma blow off steam... I should be back."
"Oh.. uh, okay." I stammer, "Bye..."
My father throws his bag over his shoulder and hurriedly heads outside.. I watch him leave. As he walks off the porch a fancy looking vehicle pulls up and he gets in.. The driver is a pretty young blonde haired girl in sunglasses and in the backseat is a girl who looks slightly younger, with redish-blondish hair. I watch as my father kisses the young women and takes a large swig of alcohol. They race off and I watch until all I can see is a small speck of the cherry red car. I feel the tears swell up in my eyes.. it happened, finally. I knew this would happen but I didn't want it to.
My parents separated.
I slid into my room as to not disturb my fury-filled mother and locked the door gently. I turned up my music just loud enough to drain out any noise and hugged my knees, sobbing. I knew my father was not coming back.. Hell, he only stayed because he needed a place to live.
I listen closely as I start to hear extremely loud banging sounds coming from my mothers room. I rushed in to see her smashing you fragile head against the wall.
"MOM!" I shriek as I pull her up and see the large amount of blood painted across her face. She begins to sob uncontrollably as I lead her to the washroom to address her wounds. She had hit the wall so hard she got terrible blisters and awful cuts from the occasional piece of shattered glass to fall from the window to her already damaged skin.
Once the wound is washed up and i start to put the bandage around her head, she embraces me in a some-what comforting hug and begin sobbing into my shoulders.
"I am sorry baby, I tried my best, I tried."
"Mom, it's not -- your fault" I manage as tears begin to swell in my eyes as well..
Soon we are both in the washrooms hugging each other and sobbing, wishing we were dead.
And this was the beginning of the end. ❤
