My SVU: Episode 1

The Beginning

1.

I came home from school, not expecting anything out of the ordinary. That was until, I got off the bus and saw my moms car in our driveway. Usually she works. Usually I don't have to deal with her. As I walked up the hill and into my house everything was okay. Okay. A rare occurrence in this household. It's just me and my mom; everyone else left us. We could have been one of those cute mother daughter pairs that work together and are best friends! But that's not us. After my dad left she went crazy. A crazy I have been trying to escape since it started.

Last January my mom and dad divorced, and that was the last time I ever saw him. I guess that shows how much he cared. Then she threw all my lacrosse stuff in the trash. Oh! Also I play lacrosse. Then there was my birthday; this lady screamed and fought with me the whole day. And then there was the time she called the cops on me because I refused to go into her house. All of these things were combined with the constant negative comments from my mom. Sometimes she would mutter under her breath, or mention it casually, but usually she screamed in my face. I pretend like I didn't care. I act tough and hide my feelings. That is until I reunite with my bed; that is when the tears quitely fall like a rainstorm. I never tell anyone how much it effects me, but god does it mess with me. I feel worthless and extremely anxious because of the things she's said. Recently running away has flooded my mind, but my mom hasn't been home to make me that mad in a while. When I say 'a while' I mean 2 days. I try hard to avoid her, and sometimes it works.

I sat back on the couch eating chips and watching netflix. I shit you not, 45 seconds later I hear screaming from the garage. It wasn't the chainsaw murderer scream. It was my name. I waited hoping that I'm hearing things. Fear flowed through my body as I heard my name be angrily screamed from the garage. I am in deep, deep shit.

I slowly walked to the garage, knowing nothing good was about to happen. As I opened the door I saw my mom, angry as hell, standing in front of the freezer, with the door ajar. I am scared. She moved closer to me.

"Pick up that green box right there!" she screamed. I picked up the small box that was in the freezer. I immediately knew what she was talking about. I bought 5 boxes of girl scout cookies, a few weeks ago and stored them in the freezer. Over the past few weeks, I had eaten all but 1.5 boxes. But I ate them slowly and over a long period of time. I may or may not have accidentally left 1 empty box in the freezer. It was an accident! Knowing it was the only thing to do, I grabbed the box.

"Do you feel that" She hollered.

"Y-yea. I-i-it's empty. I'm sorry" I stuttered.

"You are a piece of shit kid. Do you know that? I work so hard and I spend my hard earned money of these cookies and you eat them all and then leave your trash around like a fucking pig! That's all you are; a fucking pig! And your so damn fat you ate all the cookies." she roared as she came closer and closer to me. I backed up until I was in the corner. My mother stood over me and continued to yell.

"Fat fuck. I can't believe you ate all my cookies and left the trash. You're a fucking pig just like your father." Although my dad isn't around, and that was a shitty thing for him do, he was a great dad before he left.

"I bought those cookies and I didn't mean to leave the trash" I quietly mumbled. I tried to make myself as small as possible, because maybe then I could fit into the box she wants me in. My mother was big. She purposefully made herself big just so I couldn't be big.

"I know I bought those! Don't lie! You're a liar! Give me your phone right now" she boomed. Before I could even react I felt a sharp pain on my head. She had ripped my beats headphones off my head viciously. In the process she had pulled my hair. It hurt, but not as bad as what she had said to me; her words had always hurt more than anything. I took a quick second to get myself together and recover, but before I knew it another blow hit me. This time she was going for my phone that sat in the front pocket of my jacket. She stayed wrestling and fighting me as I sat in a ball with my head of the ground. This was the only way I could keep myself calm enough to not smack her in the face. Usually I'm a nice person, but inside I have some anger issues. After she bopped me in my mouth, she got my phone and walked away. Immediately I knew what I had to do.