Why I hate My life (story of abuse)

Chapter 1

The thing that i don't understand is my life.... When i walk down the street i could hear the crack of a baseball when its being hit by a bat. Right after that there's cheering. I can hear little kids running and laughing... I just don't understand how people can be so happy in a world like this. I wish my life was like everyone else's. I wish i could hug and kiss my mother without feeling uncomfortable. But its not... MY life is unexplainable, but I'll tell you anyways...

It started when i was 9. I was happy with my life at the time and i had loving, and caring parents. My mom's name was claudette, and she is a beautiful young woman with hazel eyes. She has brunette hair that flows past her shoulders. My dad is tall, and handsome. He also has brunette hair and he has warm brown eyes. I have 3 younger brothers. the oldest is named roger, the second oldest is called Ben, and the youngest is Dantay. my brother's are also handsome and they all have Brown eyes. I'm the odd ball of the family... My name is Jay, and i have brown hair, its not as beautiful as my mom or dad or even my brothers. i had long legs and i was pale. My teeth are crooked and you'll find out why later on in the story. But i didn't care about looks, everything else was perfect. But one day my dad had went to work earlier than usual... I sat by the window smiling and waving at him... even though he didn't start the car i was already missing him. Then he left and from there everything changed. I turned around and found my mom standing right behind me.. I didn't even hear her walk in. She was smoking a cigarette.

"Mom when did you start smoking? You know that's unhealthy right?"

"Since when have you become my mother?"

"Never, i love you and i want you to live a healthy life"

"I don't care what you think"

And suddenly i felt pain across my cheek. Had she just smacked me?! My mother had never hit me in my whole entire life!! she's never hit any of my brothers either. I opened my mouth to say something but nothing came out. Tears rushed down my face. and suddenly my mother started laughing hysterically. I cried even more and ran to my room. I locked the door behind me and sat on my bed. I let all my feelings out and cried like no tomorrow. My i touched the cheek where she had slapped me and felt it throbbing. After feeling that i cried for about 5 more minutes. I hopped off the bed and went to the mirror. i saw that my right cheek was a purple color. I was shocked, my mom has never went physical on me. I went threw a cycle of emotions. First i was sad, than i was confused, and last i was angry. I heard footsteps outside my room and knew whoever it was, they were heading to my room. Good thing i locked the door.

"Jay! open this door this instant!"

It was defenitly my mom. So I walked to my door and open the door... And i couldn't believe what i saw!

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