{Kylie's pov}
I locked myself into my room and then dialed Ricky's number.
The past encounter with my mom replayed in my head as I started to cry. Yeah, I'm 20, but I still cry sometimes.
"Kylie! Are you ok? What happened?" Ricky must have head me cry over the phone.
"It's... My mom," I whispered. "She slapped me."
Ricky sighs. "You'll be ok."
"She hasn't done this since my dad left us." I began to cry more as I haven't seen my dad in 16 years.
"You don't have to continue," Ricky says.
"No, I want to. I've got to tell you sometime," I say. "My dad left my mom and I 16 years ago. She used to abuse me and blame me for my dad leaving. She would leave me at home at night then come back drunk. That's when she would really hurt me. I would start to cry. That would cause her to hurt me more. One day, she told me she was pregnant. I was scared. I was scared that my mom would hurt the baby too. Another day, she brought the dad of the baby to our house. They would just end up going into her bedroom and doing who knows what. Many months later, she came home with a baby. Lauren. She knew she couldn't take care of her so she lived with my aunt until she was 3. Ever since then, I have always been over protective of my younger sister. She eventually stopped abusing me about 10 years ago and she hasn't since. A couple years later, she got a job which caused her to be gone a lot on business trips. She made good money from it and she always uses her money for things for herself which I why she slapped me today. She thought Lauren and I used some of her money to go shopping today. I told her we didn't and so she slapped me. I just don't know what's gotten into her."
Ricky spoke up. "I'm so sorry. Just know that I'll always be here for you. Forever."
