Why I hate My life (story of abuse)

Why I hate my life (story of abuse) Chap. 2

My mom was standing out the door with a knife... a sharp one too! In a way i was scared because my mom was holding the knife and she was pointing it at me. But somehow i wasn't really scared because I've never gotten hit by my mother so i doubt she would cut me with the knife. I backed up until my back was against the wall.

My mother screamed " if you tell anyone about me slapping you I.Will.Kill.You!"

Right then i got scared. there was a bead of sweat on my forehead. I didn't say anything because i couldn't, i was scared to death. And what she did next made matters worse. She put the knife against my neck threatening that she will cut me.

"Do you understand me?!"

I managed to choke out "y-yes m-mom i understand"

And after that nothing was said. I looked into her eyes. I saw something I've never saw before. I saw anger, anger that I've never saw coming from my mom. I bet that when she looked into my eyes she saw fear. After our little stare down she finally said something.

"Good I'm glad we came to an understanding"

She walked out to my room, and i took a deep breathe. My three brothers came rushing into my room. They attacked me and we fell on the floor. And they started giggling. When i saw them giggling i started giggling to. Me and my brothers have always loved each other. Than i realized, my brothers don't know how our mother has changed. An i don't plan to tell them. They love my mom, and my mom always loved them too. They were so young, and i don't think that they would understand. Seeing my brother happy made me happy. i felt better about the whole devious mom situation.

"Okay guys, you've showed me you love for me, but can i please have some privacy in my room?

"Sure" Ben said

And after that they all ran out of my room. I closed the door and locked it. I sat at the end of the bed, and thought about what my mom did to me this morning. And I suddenly felt a pang of anger. I was boiling inside. I couldn't understand why my mother had treated me like this. i don;t know what i ever did to deserve this treatment. It wasn't fair. And I hated her now. I hated how she treated me. I hated how she made me feel fear. I hated how she made me feel hatred towards her. I've never hated my mother before, but like my mother things can change.

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6 HOUR LATER

My dad came home, and me and my brother ran to him and gave him a big bear hug.

"Awwww, guys i love you too"

He walked into the kitchen where we found my mother cooking. While we waited for the food to be ready we talked to my dad, asking how work was. He told us work was fine. Then he asked us how we our day was. I thought about what happened this morning. I was going to tell my father what happened, I mean he was my father after all.

"Actually dad there's something I have to tell you"

I guess my mother read my mind because she gave me a sickening look. I started stuttering and finally said...

" Ummmm, today was fun we had a good time with mom"

I glanced at mom and i could see she was smirking at me. That devious little rat. 10 minutes later dinner was ready. We were having spaghetti and meatballs tonight. My mom set the plates and placed the food on the plates. I noticed that there were only five plates on the table. there were suppose to be six. I guess my mom wasn't having dinner with us. But i was wrong.

"Jay I have some chores for you to do so you won't be eating with is tonight"

" What?! I haven't eaten all day!"

"Well to bad because the chores need to be done. Follow me"

She started walking out to the hallway and i followed her. I saw that she was going downstairs. I thought to myself the possibilities of what she would want me to be doing downstairs. Than my eyes bulged out because I knew what she was going to be making me do.