Jamison's Story

Chapter 14. Flashback

.....Flash back.....

##Jamisons Point Of View ##

"Mama!  Please?! I didn't do anything!" I yelled as my mama lit her joint and stared at me. I scooped myself back into the corner. "Who do you think you're yelling at? You are 8 years old. You have No right to yell at me!" My mom screamed. "Get your ugly ass up!" My mom yelled. I stood from my spot and cried my eyes out. "Lean over you bitch!" My mom yelled as she made me lean over. My mom pressed her hot joint onto my upper back. "Mom!" I shouted. She stared at me like I was crazy. I sat closer to the corner. I heard my dad walk into the room. "Daddy!" I yelled. I ran and hugged him. "Baby. What's wrong?" He asked me. I stared at him. My mother gave me the, "Shut Up" look. "Just tired. " I said. "I'll tuck you in." My dad said smiling. He brought me to my very small bed. "Night sweet heart. I love you. Sweet dreams. " he said. "Wait! Can you leave the door cracked? I hate the dark." I said. My daddy is the only one I count on. The only one I love. I can't even bear to look at my mom. I am too scared of her. What 8 year old should go through this? No 8 year old should. I sat there in my bed where I was in the dark. I could hear the sound of my mom and dad arguing. It made me wanna throw up. I slipped from my bed and walked to the hallway where I could hear them even louder. All of a sudden... I hear a loud gun shot. I bust out in tears. I knew either my mom just died, or my dad. I finally just dry my eyes. I walk out to the living room to see my dad, my best friend, sitting there. Dead.  "Daddy!" I yelled. I  began to run over to my half dead dad. "Daddy!  Are you... alright?" I ask. "Sh. Just go to bed." My daddy is telling me. I put my head to my dad's bloody chest. I looked up to my angry mom. "Go to bed!" My mom yelled. "No!" I yelled back. Yes. I was scared to yell at her. But I did. Then a large force hit my back. A bullet went into my back. I could feel the pain rush through my small body.  I turned around to see my mom crying. She started crawling towards me, realizing what she just did. "Goodbye mommy." I said smiling. I smiled. I smiled because I was free. I was free to my daddy. I finally get to be with my daddy in heaven in stead of being in hell with mommy.

*Hours later*

"Are you OK?" My mom asked patting my hair. I felt a tear drop hit my face. I was laying on my couch where I was covered in blood. I could smell iron. A very sharp smell of iron. I opened my eyes to see I am alive. I rose from my spot and felt my back. There were strings in my back. Homeade stitches. Of course. My mom would cover up her murder and attemptive murder. I walked to my dad's room. There laid his phone. I dialed a number.

Jordan... She is my twin. I couldn't let mommy hurt her like she did me. I walked back to mommy. "Baby. I'm sorry I did this." She said. I rolled my eyes. "Why did you shoot daddy?" I asked. "Leave it alone. Just.... just stop. I didn't want to." She said with the gun still in her hand. "Mommy. Put it down!" I yelled. She dropped the gun from her hands and fell to the ground. She started to cry. What was I supposed to do? Comfort her, even after she hurt me? No. I looked at her and ran to my room.  I turned on the light and locked my door. I sat down next to my door. I lifted up the carpet to find my dads picture. I put the small amazing picture to my lips. A small tear fell from my bright green eyes. He's gone. And there is nothing I can do about it.

authors note:  I haven't posted in a while. another chapter now!