The day of horror.

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Well, what you've been waiting for the moment of truth. What had happen was they went to the court house to well, you know. To get married. The thought of that. Hurts me. It doesn't feel right. But lifes not fair. Never has. Never will. I was crying and screaming. I couldn't hold it in no more. I didn't want them to get married. I never have. But you know. It wasn't up to me. I didn't have no say into this. But I guess, I saw that coming. Later that day I was in my manic mood from all that screaming and crying. When I'm in my manic mood. It has took over. I rock back and forth. I mumble. I say stuff. But it's stuff I don't remember saying.. I guess. But then I was in it for 3 hours. But then.. Later Jason came out and said "get your ass in the car. We're going to the beer store", but you know I was manic. Of course I wasn't gonna do it. I didn't hear or understand him. So here's where it all begins. He beat me because I wouldn't get in the car. Messed up? Huh? I know. But like he even cared... Of course he didn't he just wanted his dang beer. So while we we're on the way. I prayed. I prayed so hard to God. I prayed for him to watch over me and my mom. Because I don't thing Jason is a good person. Which, he isn't. But I guess. We all knew it, but my mom. She couldn't see it. I knew she wouldn't see it. But I tried to explain. As always, she didn't listen.. Oh well. But the next day... It got worse....

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