- Stop screaming at me ! - Here we go again...
- Don't you ever raise your voice to me. - And there goes another parting glass. I closed my eyes and cover myself with my arms, kinda like a self-hug. I heard a scream, and then I heard my mom crying. The hard sounded footsteps began and the struggle started. My heart squished and a tear came out. I hated hearing my mom crying, I hated my dad, I hated alcohol and what I hated most is that I was too coward to protect her. Footsteps sounds grew louder from the stairs, and every second they where louder and scarier. In a second I realized, I was next. I ran to the door and hide myself behind it. The door slammed and hit me in my elbow and I silently gasped from pain as I saw the shadow of my father. I could smell the alcohol from afar. He walk deeper into my room, looking for me, making my room a mess.
- I NOW YOU ARE HIDDING SOMEWHERE IN HERE. YOU UNWANTED AND STUPID CHILD. YOU ARE JUST LIKE YOUR MOTHER, YOU ARE NOTHING. - I took a deep breath as he went out of my room by crashing the door and by a matter of seconds I heard the principal door closing. He was gone. I ran out of my room looking for my mother.
- Mom ? - I ran downstair finding a messy living room. There was glass in the floor, blood in the couches and the small pillows that said "welcome" and " Home sweet home" made by Oma destroyed. I carefully made my way through the living room to the kitchen. I found my mother there, crying.
- Mom ?- She turned around and looked at me with contempt and with hurt.
- This is all your fault Sharon- She said. - All of this is because you! Its YOUR FAULT! Your dad and I were happy without you, since you came, he left. He left me, he left ME ! BECAUSE OF YOU! DON'T YOU UNDERSTAND ?- I refused with tears in my eyes.
- Mom, stop it.- I walked closer to her.
- Don't you get closer, you disgusted me.-I stared crying and she denied my hug.
- But mom, I love you. - I cried. - Mom, please don't do this to me.
- I don't Sharon! I don't love you! You don't deserve to be loved.-
And that, is the reason why I left home. After that day I never went back, I moved all the way from New York to California. They weren't happy with me there. I was not going to live like this. I was going to find a job in Los angeles, I was going to win money and going to make my dream come true. I was going to find happiness. All by my own.
