Breathe

chapter one. welcome to my world.

I hate when she throws things back in my face. "JUST REMEMBER I GAVE YOU THAT BED!!!!!! MAYBE I SHOULD GIVE IT TO SOMEONE WHO ACTUALLY COULD USE IT!!!" My mother yells in my face. She wants a reaction out of me. So I stand there not moving or looking at her. She hates when I do this.I never could understand why she hated it why she hated me. So i stood there unmoving. She grabs my wrist and twist it back until I'm on my knees and my eyes burn with unshed tears. "Look at me when I'm talking to you,"she says coldly. I can smell the vodka on her breath. It's so strong it burns my nose. I glare at her from my knees. This enrages her. She throws me backwards with force and I hit the wall with a thud. She makes her way over and grabs my face and squeezes tightly. When I see her hand raise I close my eyes. I hear the slap before I feel the burn. "Make your bed you little bitch." She says coldly. Yes that's why she smacks me. Over a bed not being made. I feel my wrist and face burn. I quickly make my bed and hurry to the small trailer bathroom. There is a bruise already forming on my face. It runs across my cheek all the way to my chin. That's gonna be hard to cover up. My wrist is slightly bruised but it can easily be covered up. I hear her and dad yelling about how I'm out of control. The worst thing I have ever done is try to fight back. I thought bitterly. I hear mother say she needs another beer. Funny thing is its only noon and she's already wasted."Maybe you can talk sense into her."I hear her say to my dad. I hear him stand and I know my day just got a whole lot worse. I run to my room waiting for the beating he has planned out for me today. I can hear him walking down the hall to my room. I hear him stumble. He slams the door open. "God you little screw up how many times do you need to be told to do things!!" He yells. My mother just smirks from the doorway. I stand up from my bed. I guess he doesn't like that because he throws his glass beer at me. It hits above my left eye and i immediately feel blood trickle down from the gash now in my head. I fall and sob. The pain is to much but not enough for his satisfaction. He stands above me and grabs my shoulders and lifts me off the ground. "I wish your mother would have gone through with the abortion," he says looking at me with disgust "maybe then we would be happy. Your never going to be anything. Your a nobody. Nobody would ever love something like you." He then throws me hard on my bed but I hit my head on the wall and black out releaved.

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