Mousy

1 Willow Ambrosia

"Compared to us you're rusty silver and we're fucking gold. That's how shitty you are, understand Willow? You're nothing. No one will ever love you or give a fuck about you," my mom pouts (her way of mocking me).

"But we, we gave you so many chances of showing us you aren't useless! Yet you blew each one. Messed up on washing the floor correctly, burning our dinner, waking up too late. You are completely, utterly, useless."

My eyes flicker back and fourth between them. I don't have anywhere to go and I know this beating is going to go into the Top Ten Worst Beatings So Far list. My dad even brought a fucking baseball bat.

I start backing up into a tree and they move forward with big grins on their faces. What did I do to deserve this? Oh yeah I know.

This time I forgot to wash the dishes and because of it they didn't have any clean plates to eat dinner on, no forks to use, etc. She already said the other times when I messed up. Balancing all the chores they give me while trying not to bug them when I'm also trying to get my homework done and study is so, so hard.

There's no perfect way of doing it. Either I study early in the day and do the chores at night risking waking them up, do the chores and study all night getting no sleep, or doing the chores and sleeping but not study.

So I decided on finishing an essay instead of doing the dishes and look where it got me.

"You really are pathetic," my dad finally talks and grabs my neck.

"Why are you guys like this?" I wheeze out clawing at my dad's hands. He lifts me up and pushes hard against the tree. I can feel the bark digging into my back.

"We are like this because everything that has happened is all your fault. Before you, we didn't have any fucking problems," he growls and throws me on the ground like a rag doll.

I see my mom walking towards me in her favorite red high heels. She stops when she gets to me and makes the 'tsk' sound.

"I was going to let him go easy on you since I was feeling forgiving, ya know? Not anymore though, Ricky baby make her regret it," my mom kisses my dad and stomps on my hand.

I let out an ear piercing scream when I felt and heard the crunching of my hand. Pain flared up immediately and I winced hard when she moved the heel around.

My dad picked me up again and held me. I saw out of the corner of my eye my mom getting the baseball bat. Fuck.

"Dad, please don't let her. I'm sorry I messed up; I really am. We can go back home no-"

"I don't want to hear it. I'm surprised you haven't killed yourself yet. Worthless bitch," he mumbles the last part. I'm not sure if it was meant for me to hear or not.

"Swing!"

I thought my hand hurt but taking a baseball bat to your ribs hurts so much more. I gasp loudly and my dad chuckles besides me. She hits me two more times, no hint of pity anywhere.

"Don't you think it's been a while since I last saw all of you?" he asks me and everything around me stopped.

Well that's what it felt like because I froze up. He dropped me do the ground and I let out a big scream. I get up and ignore the pain coming from my hand and ribs and start trying to run away.

Something grabbed my hair and tugged me down. I thrash around and try pushing and clawing when he flips around.

My mom steps down on the hand she stomped on before and I let out some cuss words. Then she kicks me a bunch of times as he's pulling down my bottoms.

Are they going to kill me?

He roughly grabs my throat and squeezes tight. My vision blurs and I still see the moving outline of my mom kicking me. I can't feel it anymore though.

I'm not complaining though. All I've ever wanted was peace.

They stop suddenly. My dad digs (what I think is a knife) into my leg and I lay there obediently. What's the point anymore? I tried talking them out of it and even running away. Both it didn't work.

This has been going on for years and to think it will finally end sounds so nice.

My mom stood there as my dad did things I couldn't feel physically. Mentally though I feel like fucking shit. I feel dirty and disgusting and used.

"We'll come back for you bitch. Count on it." He said something else but I didn't catch it. Before I knew it, they were gone.

I heard a voice shouting in the distance and I saw everything going black. Maybe being dead won't be so bad. It means I'm away from my parents.

Finally free and at peace.