Why I hate My life (story of abuse)

Why i hate my life (story of abuse) Chap. 4

Chapter 4

She grabbed onto my collared shirt and pulled me upstairs.

"Where are you going mom?" said Ben

"Just wait here" She said

She walked upstairs and dragged me along with her, still holding onto my collar. She went into the kitchen and walked up to the pantry. She opened it and started looking for something. Once she found what she was looking for, she pulled her hand out of the pantry. Now I know how she was able to smoke around the house. She let go of my collar and grabbed my arm instead. She opened the lighter, and started moving it towards my arm, until the fire started touching my skin. I yelled out in pain. I hurt like hell. I didn't know what I did did to deserve this kind of treatment. I started tearing up because it hurt so much. I looked at her through my blurry eyes, and was shocked at what i saw. She was smirking! Basically laughing hysterically, like something was amusing to her. I could tell that she enjoyed my pain. Once I realized this, I decided not to give her the satisfaction. So I wiped my tears with my other hand, and shut my mouth. I pretended that I didn't even know she was burning me.

"Oh so now it doesn't hurt?' she said smirking.

"Well I guess were going to have to fix that now aren't we." she said.

She dragged me towards the stove, and I was wondering what she was going to do next. She opened the stove on full blast. I saw the blue and orange flames dancing around, and i instantly became scared. She took the arm that she already started burning, and put it in the fire. I yelled, and I was surprised at how loud I could scream. I started crying like a baby, but hey what else could i do. This hurt even more. It felt like I was in hell. Now I know what it was going to be like in hell. And yes i thought I was going to hell, because I must have done something extremely wrong if my own mother was treating me like garbage.

"Isn't that better?" she said.

I didn't say anything, and I instantly regret for trying to act tough before. And I also regret for not answering her, because she turned up the heat even higher, and the fire was roaring now. I didn't even know the stove could go higher than before. My mother must have been surprised to because she was grinning like she just won a million dollars in the lottery. It felt like my whole body was on fire. I was squirming around. I was trying to pull myself away, but she had a tight grip on me. But I wasn't going to give up because i thought that if I did, my whole body was going to burst into flames, even tho ugh that might not happen. I pulled one last time, and finally I had my self free. Her grin turned into an angry face, and I felt that she was mad enough to cut me in half. This face scared me. So before she could grab me, and burn my other arm I turned and ran. I didn't look back but I could tell she was running after me because I heard loud foot steps, and they were growing faster. I felt like she was catching up to me until I finally made it to my room. I locked the door and slid down to the floor. I put my knees up and my head down, my arms wrapping around my knees. I couldn't take it anymore. I wanted to run away.

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