Vent Book

Childhood

My childhood was really fucked. Yes I am 14 and yeah I'm still young but when I was really young I always went to my room. What happened is when I was 2 or 3 my mom left one night to go drink. She use to be an alcoholic and left me and my dad. She came home drunk one night and started to argue with my dad. I started crying because of what I saw. I never wanted this to happen. I always felt like it was my fault. My mom used my dad for money and she told my dad that the house that he got always made her feel depressed. She left. My dad was crying. When my dad stopped crying he went to go check up on me and saw me crying on my bed. I asked him where my mom was and he had to lie and but pillows under her blanket where she slept and he said "She's right there, mami" and then I went back to bed but he didn't. He just cried again until he fell asleep. I don't remember what happened the next day but all I remember is my mom would come and visit me and then argue with my dad every single day of my life. I told both of them to stop but they wouldn't listen. I saw my mom hit my dad and all I did was scream and cry. My mom wanted to make my dad angry so he could hit her to report him to the police. Unfortunately she left but a police came by while I was sleeping. The police told my dad to not live with a person like that. And he agreed. And now how I'm living is a hellhole. I'll tell you about it in the next chapter.