Why I hate My life (story of abuse)

Why i hate my life (story of abuse) Chap. 5

Chapter 5

I got up from the floor, and walked to the mirror. I saw a girl, that I didn't recognize. I saw a girl with bushy hair, and ugly yellow teeth. I haven't brushed ever since my mother slapped me. I was to depressed and confused to even care about my teeth or breathe. I didn't care about what people thought of me. I looked down at my shirt and saw a few holes. And my collar was out stretched from where my mother had dragged me up the stairs. I looked down at my arm, where my own mother had burned me. I had a bruise on my wrist where my mother was tightly gripping me. and my arm was brown from the burning. I looked back at the mirror and said to the girl...

"We've got to get out of here"

I ran to my closet and took my small red suitcase out. I packed a few clothes, and underwear. And I even packed a family photo that we took last year. It had my 3 brother, and my parents. I left the photo on the floor and went looking under my bed for a little pencil case. I opened it up and grabbed my scissors. Wit h my scissors in hand, I went back to the photo and cut my mother out. I didn't want to be reminded of what my mother has done to me every time I pulled the picture out. I packed the photo in my suitcase and sat back on the bed. I had to think of a plan to try and escape before I actually left. I knew not to go out the front or back door because I didn't want my mother to come after me. So I decided to go through the window. I went to my window and opened it. I stuck one leg out and than my other leg. When both my legs were out I jumped. Without even thinking I ran. I didn't have any friends so I couldn't go to any "friends" houses. I made it pretty far considering i was holding a 10 pound suitcase. And just as I thought i made it to freedom, I saw the headlights of a car. I thought it was just a stranger passing my, but when I turned around, I knew who the car belonged to.... My mom. Once I saw her I ran, it was probably the fastest that I've ever ran. Even though I was running as fast as I can, her car was gaining on me. I looked back and saw that she was on my tail. I sped up a little, but she was just going faster. I stopped, in defeat. I had surrendered. I thought she was going to stop the car, and get me into the car but I was wrong. She just kept coming towards me with the car. I knew that she saw me standing in front of the car, because through the car's window I could see my mom smirking at me. Then the next thing I knew I was on the ground, and the car was parked in front of me...... My mom had ran over me. I knew that she wasn't going to take me to the hospital, because there would be a lot of questioning. And I knew that my mother wasn't going to willingly answer those questions. She carried me into the car, and for a second, I had a little flashback of the nice, caring mother I use to have. She set me into the back seat, then she closed the door, and walked over to the driver's seat. Before starting the car she turned around, and yelled....

"Did you really think you were going to escape from me?!"

"Do you want to know how I knew you were going to escape?!"

I stayed silent not knowing what to say.

"Well after you locked yourself into your room, I stood outside your room, because I wanted to beat you senselessly when you got out. It took you a while to get out so I was starting to give up on capturing you. And just as I was going to leave I heard the window go up, and I listened closely. Then I heard you jump out of the window, and I heard you running. I quickly ran to the garage, and got my car. It wasn't that hard to find you. I bet you thought that you made it far. Well you didn't!" she yelled.

The she turned around and started the car. It was a silent car ride. I looked out the window and saw that this wasn't the route to our house. We pulled up into McDonald's and my frown turned into a grin, because I thought my mother was finally going to feed me. She must of noticed because she said...

"Oh you think your getting food?! Well your wrong!"

She pulled up into the window and ordered her food. After paying she pulled up into the last window and got her food. She parked in the parking lot, and turned the car off. She pulled out a bag of fries, and started eating it. The food smelled so good, I just wanted to grab some fries and stuff them into my mouth. She turned around with an innocent look on her face. she took a few fries out of the bag and put the right into my face.

"Honey I'm so sorry about how I've been treating you, and I know that you haven't hate since the morning I slapped you. So here take the fries, and eat up."

I licked my lips, and pulled my fingers up to the fries. but before I even touched them, she pulled her hands away, stuffing the fries into her mouth. It was like a game to her. She started laughing, with her mouth open, and I saw the chewed up fries. Suddenly I lost my appetite. Then she said...

"Wow, you actually thought that I was going to feed you?! When are you going to learn that stupid kids like you don't deserve food. Kids like you deserve to die and rot in hell."

She turned back around and finished eating her food. I started crying, because of what she just said.