Starting a new story

~Chapter 20~

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~Matt's POV~

I open my eyes and blink a few times. I'm in a white room with large, buzzing machines everywhere. There's a bed in the center of the room with someone laying in it. Then it all comes rushing back to me.

I pick up my phone that is laying on the table and walk outside to call someone.

"Hey Carter."

"Hey bro! I miss you so much dude! How's it going in LA?"

"It's been weird I have to admit."

"Give me the deats." He talks like a white girl.

"Well a few weeks-" I start but Carter interrupts.

"Aren't you dating Britt now? I think Cam told me. Bro you finally got her! I remember when you would always talk to me about how much you liked her and-"

"I was dating Britt." I walk down the hallway and look at the pictures hanging on the walls.

"Was? What happened?"

"She was hanging with Taylor and I got jealous. Long story short I hurt her. She felt that I was forcing her into stuff."

"Like...raping her?"

"I didn't rape her. She just felt like I was..uh controlling." I clench my jaw.

"Bro that's messed up." Carter says and then silence follows.

"So anyways I'm with Jess now. But I just found out yesterday that she uses non-medical related drugs."

"Like your mom did..." I hear Carter's mom yelling in the background.

"Dude I have to go. I love you bro. I will try to talk later."

"Love you too bro." I hang up the phone and slide down the wall.

MATT'S FLASHBACK~5 years old

"It's okay honey I'm not going to hurt you." My mom has her arms open wide, waiting for me to run into her arms. I see red little scratches on her wrists. She always told me that very soon she was going to go home and see the angels, but she told me not to tell daddy because it was our little secret.

I look over to my left and see my dad collapsed on the couch, blood dripping down his forehead, and shattered glass from a bottle of liquor spread out across the floor.

Slowly, I start to take steps back until I feel the wall behind me. "Mommy are you doing the bad stuff right now?" The bad stuff was what I used to call her drugs.

"I just want a hug that's all." She starts walking towards me.

"No mommy, no! I know you are doing the bad stuff. You aren't talking right and you have red eyes." I start crying and fall to the ground.

"You little son of a-" I close my eyes and plug my ears as she starts to run towards me. The vibration of her stomping feet floods through my body as she comes closer.

It all seems like slow motion as her hand slaps my face, hard. I feel the spot stinging and then she hits me again. That's when everything goes black.

Nine Years Later~14 years old

I finish recording my video and look over at Brittney who has her head buried in a book. I swear that she can't be twelve, she looks like she could pass for sixteen.

It's been weird since dad left. Two weeks ago I was waiting for him to come home from work but he never came back. Immediately, I knew what had happened. Since he's been gone, my mom has hit me a lot. Some of my friends at school have even started to notice, but they don't think that my mom is actually doing it to me.