Down stairs I heard a bottle break..... it was just my father again,.. Of course always drunk....
He told me that it's all my fault that my mother died about five years ago and that he started this life, he said it was my fault that he started drinking, doing women off the streets, drugs,and beating me..
That it was my fault because my mother was dead...
That it was my fault that he did this....
It was all just my fault....
"YOU PIECE OF SHIT ...GET YOUR ASS DOWN HERE RIGHT NOW"
my father yelled at me from down the stairs,slightly slurring His words ...
Pulling me out of my thoughts...
I stood slowly and opened my door, to see my father standing there, a half of a broken bottle in his hand,
"Your going to regret not coming when I told you to little bitch" my father said stepping closer ...
He grabbed the collar of my sweater, lifting me off the ground slightly.. "N-no dad please!" I tried pleading with him to not do this.
In his other hand he held the bottle... I could barely see with the tears in my eyes...
I tried to pull my head away as he raised the broken bottle pieces to my face...
"DAD P-PLEASE STOP!!!" I cries at him trying to make him let me go..
"You did this to your self you little bitch" he said smiling as he slid the glass across my cheek..
I could feel the blood running down my face along with a few tears.... I bit my lip trying not to scream....
When he finished he dropped me on the ground and kicked me a few times...
"Better shape up boy or I swear on your mother's grave I will kill you my self" he finished by throwing the bottle at me...
Only slightly missing my head
He slammed the door to my bedroom and I could hear him walking/stomping down the stairs... Mumbling to himself
I started crying again damn it Jeremy stop it ....stop crying
I sadly thought ...
I didn't clean my cuts that night or change my clothes..
I crawled in to my bed and hugged my knees to my chest...
Some one help me ...please..
I thought ...maybe I should not be here ...in this world
I drifted off to sleep hoping some one would tell me it's ok ..... Maybe get me away from Dad..
Some day...
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A/n hope that was OK ... It will get better I promise ✌✌
~rayelleb
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It Will Be Ok... (Jeremyxmike)
RandomJeremy is abused by His drunk father.... Mike is lonely and depressed after his ex doll breaks up with him... Joined together by a job that can kill... And hard troubles... It will all be Ok.....💜💜💜
