I layed there for about 15 more minutes then I finally pushed myself to get up and go to my room. It was hard to walk because of the pain in my stomach. As I got to my room, I sat down on my bed and got out my phone. I was just about to text Aaron until I thought more about it. I know he promised he wouldn't tell but this was serious. He would have to tell. I can't tell him. I don't want to be taken away from my home. I just dont want to be with my mother but if I was taken away from my home, I would have to leave Aaron. I can't tell him.
I just sat my phone back on my dresser and went into the bathroom. I looked at my face. It was all swollen and red. There was a black and blue mark on the side I my face, too. Then, I lifted up my shirt to view my stomach. It was all black an blue everywhere. It hurt like hell. I went downstairs to get some ice and I saw my mother in the kitchen. I really didn't feel like facing her but I needed ice. I walked right past her to the fridge and got two ice packs out of the freezer. Right when I was about to walk upstairs, my mother pulled me away from the stair well and into the living room.
"What do you think you are doing?! No 'sorry mom I shouldn't have said anything that I did.'? You are such a disrespectful child!"
"Why should I say sorry!? I didn't do anything to you!"I said furiously.
"Did nothing to me?! You were screaming at me and talking back! Thats so disrespectful!"
"You should be the one saying sorry! Mom, you beat me!"
"I can do whatever I want! I am your mother!"
"You don't deserve to be a mother! You were never meant to be one!" I shot back but regretted it right away because she slapped the same side I my face that that she punched me. I held my face in my hands and started I cry.
"You were a mistake! I wish I never had you! Nobody deserves a daughter as ungrateful as you!" My mother yelled at me. I don't think I have ever felt this depressed in my entire life. I was just told by my mother that i was a mistake. Maybe she's right. Maybe I should have never been born...
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Two Times Better
Teen FictionAna Smith and her mother just moved. It was Ana's 15th birthday so she wasn't that happy about it. Her mother and her don't get along and her mother starts to beat poor Ana. Ana feels helpless. Like nobody cares. Until she finds her match. Aaron com...