Used and Abused

Chapter 2

  When I hear screaming, I immediately run into the kitchen. As soon as I reach the entry way, I see my mom closing in on my sister with a fork. What the hell is she doing?

  "Mom! Stop it! Why are you doing this?" I shout at her, but she doesn't stop. She stabs my sister's arm when I run to pull her off.

  "Owey, mommy please it hurts!" Sheila is now screaming and crying in pain and blood is trickling down her arm.

  At that point I try to pull my mom off of my sister, but she pushes me off of her and turns her attention towards me. My sister takes off running out the back door. I take off to my bedroom and lock my door. I then push the screen off my window and jump out to meet my sister in the backyard. This is a ritual that we have done way too many times. As we head to the gate leading to the front yard I hear my mom screaming at me.

  "Come here you little bitch! How dare you touch me!"

  My sister and I decide to hide at the park across the street until she calms down. When we get there; we head straight to the restroom. I help my sister clean up her cut leaving four little dots on her upper arm.

  "Great, now I have to wear a long sleeve shirt to school tomorrow and it's going to be hot." Sheila sighs, places her head in her hands and begins sobbing.

  "What did you do now?" I ask.

  "Nothing, I interrupted her Sims game to ask her a question and she got mad when her kitchen caught on fire." She looks down at her feet as if she's ashamed.

  "Look it's not your fault okay? I swear I think she's crazy, who knows." I really do think she's crazy. What mother stabs their eight year old with a fork?

  As it gets darker we decide to finally head home before she flips out on us for being late for dinner.