After Mama hit me I snuck outside to play with more animals. Suddenly, I saw a bunch of animals plushies. “Yayy! More stuffies!” I exclaimed. I hugged each and everyone of them. But then instead of plushies all I saw was lifeless animals.
“Stuffies? Where did you go?” “Stuffies??? STUFFIES!” I screamed.
I was so confused, they were only supposed to turn real when I make them pop, why are they real?! I didn't want to see these animals yet, I wanted my stuffies. I began to sob loudly. My mother came outside and grabbed me. As she dragged me into the house her fingernails dug into my arm. “Aieee!” I yelped.
“Listen here you worthless trash. You are not to do anything I don't tell you to do. Do you hear me?”
I didn't say anything. Then I felt a sharp pain in my stomach. She had kicked me.
“I SAID- DO- YOU- HEAR- ME?” said my Mother.
“Yes mother,” I said.
I despised my mother. I didn't even want to call her mother, but it's an instinct of mine. I wish I could make her go away from my life forever. But for now I have to suffer from her abuse. I hold my stomach in pain.
When will all of this end?
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Storie breviDeirdre has had a very rough life. Abused by her mom, her boyfriend, and went through ten years in foster care with every single family she was placed with sent her back. Can you blame her for going batshit crazy? ART NOT MINE Authors note: Hello pe...
