Miracle

(1) Go

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After work, I walked out the doors and to my broken beat up car. Every part of me is drained, I'm tired and hungry.

My stomach is turning inside out with hunger. My eyes are droopy with exhaustion. Every part of me wanted to stop and drop everything but I didn't have time for that.

Turning on my beat up baby. I put my car in drive. I let one tear fall out of my blue eyes not allowing any more.

I needed a shower because of the smell of the restaurant. I had food all over me from spilling a few trays. It's normal for me though.

When I finally made it to the house I turned off my car and got out slowly. My legs just wanted to give out.

The sidewalk has cracks which I choose to step over so I don't trip and fall. The door swings open to show a beautiful brown eyed and blonde haired girl. Her smile was faintly there. Only someone with a very observant eye would notice it.

"Moms out."

I let out a heavy sigh. She moved over so I could walk in and take my shoes off. I looked down at my little girl and noticed her slightly bruised lip. I shook my head unpleasantly.

"She did this?"

She nodded her head letting it fall down so she was looking at her small feet.

I stood back up so that I was back to my normal level. All five of them were scattered here and there. Some were asleep, others were wide awake looking straight at me.

"How about you guys head up to your beds and let me handle this" I pointed towards my mom who was knocked out on the kitchen floor. Needle in her hand.

The kids who were awake stood up making their way to their rooms. I couldn't help but let the stress get to me. This happens every single night I get home. Usually, one child a night shows up with a new bruise.

The fact she could do such a thing urges me to just take one of them knives on the counter and accidentally drop it right on her heart. My anger boiled at the sight of her just lying there on the floor.

I stepped over a few handmade toys that the kids made to play with. Walking through the arch leading to the kitchen I let out a small cry. A possible cry for help.

Early in the morning getting the kids ready and then getting myself ready for school. Then I happen to get let out of school and straight back home making sure each of the kids are home safe. I then leave the house for work and come back to this.

I kicked her side lightly. Nothing would work except water to wake this overdosed piece of shit up.

I pulled a glass cup out of the cupboard and filled it with water. I stood over her with the cup in hand letting some water fall straight on her face.

When her eyes opened up I quickly wiped away what tear I had on my face.

"Go" I spoke.

Her bloodshot eyes looked up at me. She knew not to even try arguing with me about this. She sees the wrong in my eyes that she caused. The pain.

She struggled to stand up but no just laughed, "You caused this"

I yelled a little louder, "you fucking caused this!"

The anger inside of me was fueled by everything she does. By the way, she looks and talks.

I get sick to my stomach when I have to call her my own mother.

"Don't you dare yell in my face you little Bitch" she spat at me.

"Don't even tell me what to do. You're a worthless piece of air! That's all you are! And that's all your every going to be." I snapped.

Seconds later a hand connected with my face. This wasn't new for me. This pain is forever with me, always has been and always will be.

"Don't ever lay a hand on one of them kids again or I swear I will make sure you rot in prison!"

She pushed me back so I was pushed up against the counter. She was weak, especially at this point.

"Go" was all I had to say for her to walk to her own room. On her way to her room, she passed each of the other rooms opening the doors and yelled, more like screaming. Calling each of the kid's names and swearing uncontrollably.

I fell to the floor in a puddle of my own tears. Each night is the same, I drop down in the same spot having a mental breakdown.

In the process of my breakdown, a little 7-year-old boy walked into the kitchen with tears tempting to spill out of his brown eyes. He needed a bath, a nice scrub. He also has a bruise on his face.

"Are you alright?" He asked sweetly. He looked tired too. Possible even more tired than what I was.

"Come here" I pulled him so he was sitting on my lap.

"Is she ever going to stop?" He asked looking up at me. I ran my fingers through his light brown hair that was awfully similar to mine.

I couldn't help but feel so much pain for these kids, "I don't know buddy"

I took a deep breath in, "I don't think she ever will stop"

This boy made my heart melt, his brown eyes were now closed. Telling me he was falling asleep.

"Please, tell me this will end. Please sissy. Tell me this will end" I proceeded to run my fingers through his hair.

"I don't know, buddy. All we can do is hope"

I looked down at him and smiled, these kids are what makes me happy. They are what puts a smile on my face. Until my mother shows up and decides to destroy everything.

I stood up with him in my arms. I held him close to my chest as I walked up the wooden squeaky steps. Opening the boys' bedroom door I walked him towards his bed. I put him down and tucked him in, making sure to kiss his forehead.

I walked back out shutting the door behind me. I knew I had to get all the other kids to there beds so I did that next.

From waking them up I got a smile put on my face. Just because they each giggled at the sight of me struggling to wake them up.

Once everyone was tucked in I climbed in my own bed letting myself fall into a deep sleep.

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Screaming awoke me from my awful dream. A dream that I couldn't bare any longer. Slightly thankful for a screaming child, that has awoken me.

I climbed back out of bed searching for my phone so I could use my flashlight. Once found, I walked toward the room with the screaming child in it.

Opening the room for the girls there she was rocking back and forth. This house was sketchy with all of us scary children in it. As some people would say, we're the messed up family that nobody would ever care about.

Only 16 years old and here she is struggling to sleep at night. I ran forward towards her and scurried into bed beside her.

"You're alright. Calm down" I soothed.

This is usual for us. All we have to look forward to is the little things like the help we could get after we had moved out.

I settled her down and ended up falling asleep with her in her bed. At least I am loved by my siblings. That's all that matters.