The Life Of Avah Skye

1 . Blood Aint Thicker Than Water.

On TV, i couldnt understand, how there were so many shows to watch but they kept insisting on playing the Reruns. Watching Family shows like Meet The Browns & Family Matters were out the question for me. i couldnt bare to sit through a show knowing that my family or what ever you wanted to call it, would never have solutions. It was no point in watching them since none of it would help me with my family.

So I pulled out a book, unlike TV shows books were unpredictable. At least to me it was. Both my parents discouraged my enjoyment in books and school, i was 10 years old reading in 11th grade level.

from what i hear most parents would use that to brag to other parents.

Not Mine.

The door flung open letting in a ghostly wind and my drunk father stumbled in with my mother's hair entwined into his big hands. He took the bottle he held in his other hand and gave my mother a whack in the back of her head. Letting her body fall helplessly, with the little clothes my mother had on her body and her 7 inch heels i knew something went down while she was probably at work.

But most likely my father was just in a bad mood and drunk to mush Liq to know he wasnt in his right mind, either way: it was just another night with a fight between the two

I instinctly turned off the televsion and buried the book in the cousions of the couch and pretended like i was asleep.

sometimes i believed if i could close my eyes really tight, nobody would know i was there.

Thought i could.

When his palm found the collar of my night gown, i gave up on the belief. He pulled me up with his big hands "What the fuck are you doing still up?!" he hallored into my ear.

His eyes burned red as he snapped his head into the direction of the couch, grabbing the book i stuffed into the cushion " So what you think you a smart ass Bitch ! Get the fuck out Of my way !" he shoved me to the stairs.

I reached and cried for my mama, wanting her to stop him from gripping my neck so tight as he pushed me towards thr stairs, She only shook her head at me not even looking me in the eyes.

I ran up the stairs into my room turning off the lights, grabbing my blaket and Mr. Stiles and cuddled up into the deep corner of my room

listening...

The Arguing only esculated and it was something i wasnt used to. i mean, the fighting was an everyday thing but i could here more than that, i could hear glass smashing and breaking, i could hear heavy feet steping on the floor. Tears burned my dry worn face as they ran down, hearing the foul screams.

I couldnt take it, i ran down the stairs and my little heart beated so fast i could hear it in my ear. "Papa stop!" he was beating my mother bloody and she was giving him work as well "Mama please" the ground was scattered with broken glass and our old family pictures knocked down and ripped apart. Everything was a mess.

He stopped shoving her against the floor and stepping over her, Shooting me the most coldest stair a dad could give, he didnt look at all kind. i was preparing myself to run " You shut you shit Avah ! You Hear me, You wont never be shit just like yo Mom you hear me ?!" i bit down on my lip and put my head down holding on tight to the banister. i watching him from underneath my hair that fallen over my face, i watched him grab my favorite book and walk out slaming the door.

i Ran to my mother, wanting to help her and only got pushed away "Get you stupid ass out my face" she reached for the vase and shoved it into my side "Dont you ever touch me, you hear me ?"

"Dad coming back?" i asked her, she was upset, ive heard her always call me name but my mother was just upset with herself. she still loved me.

she cursed me out in spanish before spitting "He Left" the words she said hit me hard, as she stood mummbling under her breath before shouting out swing the door open " He left You BEcause you not shit you heard him! He dont love you and neither do I!" She slamed the door and left me standing surrounded by glass and blood and ripped clothes, surrounded by the pain and hurt and dispair

I ran to my room, not knowing what else to do, i cried.

I cried till i fell asleep.

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How you get sleepy after crying, it's like your mind is telling you, "you've stuffered enough, it's time to shut down for a bit"

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