I gazed at the sky and waited for my mother to come home. She had been out for 8 hours, we had just recently moved to New York, ever since she got a divorce with my father, she would drink away her problems.
I sighed as she entered the house with a vodka bottle in her hand, and passed out on the couch. I tiptoed past her to my room, I exhaled as I closed the door and looked at my room. My only form of happiness hung over my bed, it was a photo of me, my father and mother, they were kissing and me being a little girl had the most adorable disgusted face on, I looked around my room again and my gaze focused on my art book, I was an oil painter which wasn't the best for my black hair that was always stained by paint.
"Alexandra! Get your miserable self over here!" My mother yelled at me
I rolled my eyes and just yelled back saying "How about you come over here mother!" I laughed as I heard her storm up the stairs, I was sure I locked my door, I started to put up some of my art in my wall and stepped back and then my door slamed open
Shit!!!
She stormed into my room and raised her hand as if to slap me, I winced and closed my eyes and then she smiled at me "I'm sorry sweetie, can I have a hug ?" She asked, I nodded and moved forward. She stepped back and slapped me, I stumbled backwards and fell down. She locked my windows and the door, I felt tears streaming down my face already, she moved over to my table and grabbed a bottle, a glass bottle.
She stepped forward before hitting me on the head multiple times, she then grabbed my hair and pulled down my head before savagely whacking the back of my head with the glad bottle, as I moved back she slapped me across the face again
"WHY!"
"Why are you here!"
"You are nothing!"
"You will never do anything in your life,"
"I hope you die !"
"I am not your mother"
I looked at her her, my vision now blurred, and I saw her move away then whisper to me "You will never again call me mother, in fact don't ever call me anything again!"
She then stalked out of my room, I stood up and looked in the mirror, i had black hair and green eyes that in twinkled like that stars and I passed out after she yelled to me
"Your going to school tomorrow! Better not be late,"
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My broken pieces
Historia CortaAlex is the new girl, In a new country, in a new school and new friends. She has a broken heart, broken background and a broken family. What happens when she meets 5 girls who can change her, they pick her broken pieces but by bit turning her back...
