BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP BEEP
"honey.."
"monica.."
"come on we're leaving in 30 minutes."
UGHHH
I'm Monica. Today is a big day. And as tired as i am right now, i cant wait to leave this room.
Today we're moving to LA. We live in a small town just an hour away from Los Angeles.
You see, about 5 months ago, my parents got divorced. Which was, not gonna lie, the best thing to ever happen to me and my mom. Considering i was the only child, i was put through a lot of shit.
I got blamed for things I didn't do or I got yelled at for literally just being a kid.
My mother got the worst. Which i sometimes still blame myself for. I just always think I could've done something to protect my mom or something to stop that monster i called my "dad".
my dad was a huge alcoholic. not to mention he'd sneak off to hang with his druggies he called his amigos. he'd get home very late at night and immediately throw things to the wall or anything he came in contact with, he'd throw it onto the ground making it smash and break into millions of pieces. i guess he just really loved breaking glass? it almost became his nightly routine.
It would startle me at first but getting used to it just became an alarm clock for me to get up and check on how my mom was doing.
I was always scared to walk down the hallway or past the kitchen. i always made sure he fell asleep before attempting to use the restroom. and when he caught me, it was like a tornado coming right towards me. everywhere i went.
One time i got yelled at for not saying hi, or another time when i forgot to wash the dishes because i wanted to cook my dinner first, or other times where i didn't offer my dad any of my food. the smallest things i did turned into something huge and resulted in my mom getting pushed around or another flower vase getting smashed. my mom and i got it bad. but we stuck together and it only made us stronger. i don't know what i'd do without my mom.
that horrid beast moving out was the greatest thing. my mom and i gained so much freedom. we went out more and actually got to enjoy spending time with our family without worrying about a "curfew".
it wasn't until my dad found out about my moms new job. she worked for this massive company dealing with talent agencies that paid her thousands a week. we finally had nicer things. i finally had a mattress...
my dad immediately came to our house and asked for forgiveness. we knew what he wanted. money. because my dad wasted so much time out drinking and smoking and doing lord knows what, he fell off. ALOT. he began to ask for money and custody of me. we declined everything. we began to ignore but things got worst. my mom got a restraining order 3 times only for it to fail each time and resulted in my dad getting arrested every time. he'd come out with some of his buddies and help him beg us.
"Monica the uhaul truck is on its way. and pick up after yourself." my mom came into my room. she started picking up the clothes i had started packing but immediately gave up and left them scattered around my room. I got up and stumbled over some boxes but made it to the bathroom to get dressed.
"alright alright. help me bring these boxes downstairs."
and just like that. we were gone.
