I sat balled up in a coner in my room, crying thinking about what life could be like if they wasn't in it.
As of right now my dad was arguing with my mom, both of them drunk out of their minds. It was one of those nights where they would find themselves thinking about how we struggle in life and drink to it.
I never thought my mom of all people in my life would actually consider being an alcoholic and a crackhead, my dad started her on drugs, she was already on alcohol he just made the matter worse.
From being physically abused by my dad to being mentally and emotionally abused by my mom took me to a point where I would consider cutting myslef.
They used to be loving, and caring parents until we lost a lot of money. That was the biggest downfall on us. It's very weird for someone so wealthy to go poor, in a matter of minutes.
Just 3 hours ago before they'd started arguing my dad was beating me saying that it was my fault for us being limited on money now.
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"Romona! Get in here now !" My dad yelled from downstairs.
I climb out of my bed and quickly put on my house slippers and went downstairs in the kitchen where he was.
"Y-y." I coughed. "Yes daddy?" I asked looking up at him.
He grabbed me by my messy hair and yanked my head backwards where I was capable of falling on my butt.
"Did you drink my last coke?" He yelled out. But by now I was crying.
"Y-y-yes, im sorry I didn't kn-" he cut me off by letting my hair go and pushing me. He then got on top of me and punched me in my face. I tried blocking him but it was no use.
"It's your fault! You did this shit to us!"
"Stop it ! Stop it! Get the fuck off me!" I yelled out while crying and in pain from his punches.
"Bitch don't ever talk to me like that!" He yelled punching me in my stomach.
He stopped and got up now towering over me.
"Get up." He said through gritted teeth. I stood up slowly from the pain I was in.
"Here. Go to the store and pick up some more coke. And don't be long." He said giving me a twenty dollar bill.
I went up to my room and cleaned my face off in my bathroom, put some pants and a jacket on.
Afterwards I took the money that he gave me and went back downstairs seeing him sitting on the couch waching tv.
Passing him I walked out the door and started my seven minute walk to the coner store........
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Now listening to the silence I figured they were done with their argument.
I got up, went to my bathroom and took a nice warm shower. I got out after what felt like and hour and applied lotion to my body.
Walking to my bed I kneeled down and asked God to get me out of this predicament. Climbing into bed I then fell asleep.
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"Hey! Get up ugly time for you to go to school, not that you'll be something in life." She mumbled the last part.
"Bitch." I whispered to myself.
"I heard that you stupid hefa!" She yelled getting close to me.
"And I heard what you said, are we even?" I said getting more and more irritated by the second as she stood in my presence.
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