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What's a 'Normal' Family?

 "I'm calling her!" "I'm calling your whore," Mom's voice boomed, it didn't waver in fear. 

Dad looked like he wanted to slap her, right across the jaw, "You bitch, if you do anything stupid, watch what happens." The threat smelled of blood from a reopened wound. "I swear I'll leave this house, can you stop being so selfish!" Dad sounded like a little child begging to buy candy at the dollar store.

 "I'm sorry, I'm a 'psycho' aren't I? Weren't those your exact words!" she shrieked. Now I'm scared. The thought of my Mom in a dull paper hospital gown drained me. What if my Dad put her in some facility?  What if no one believes her?

 "Ru, tell your Mom to shut up otherwise I'll leave." - my Brother got up and draped his arms around Mom. "Idiot son, all of you'll get it when I die. I'm the first one god wants!" Dad mutters. He grabs his wallet and keys and slams the front door. 

Finally, he's gone. 

Mom turns to us while wiping away her teary eyes. "Jyia, Ru, you're father won't come back again, this time, you two have to be strong," she whispers. I want to smile. I've been waiting for this day. 

I adore my parents. But, when they're together, the two of them become something toxic. Wow, now I feel like the worst daughter in the world. 

Their arguments always made me laugh. It was a sick comedy. But, now it's unbearable, it eats away at us all. But, I'm the monster in this family. While my mother's sobbing, I'm thinking of how to use this problem. Now I have a back story. "Tramautized teenager comes from a broken family, raised with no father." Can I make that a poem, song, or story? ~ 

"I have daddy issues, 

mommy needs tissues

The family feels misused,

always treat us like used tools

Throw me out because I'm not your girlfriend's girls."

Before I know it, I drift asleep.

 "Mmm, promise me, I can't keep doing this." I awake to sounds. It's so easy to eavesdrop with these hollow concrete walls. "Look, nothing's going on between us, be positive. Trust me, you're my one and only." a low gruff voice surfaced. 

Dad? Oh heavens. 

Is my Mom that dumb? Why does she keep letting him back in? Why is SHE crawling back to him? Is it so simple to overlook betrayal? I can already foresee the future. I'm a psychic. 

Dad will leave, then snuggle up against Mom, as if nothing happened. It's an endless cycle that'll consume as all.

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The sun filters in through the window, visions from last night bombard my mind. The memories are all so vivid and hazy at the same time. 

I haul myself out of bed. I'm still groggy, but I don't care. School's not a fashion show. I quickly brush my teeth and try to keep my hygiene above the bare minimum. I was never a straggler for looks. I wear my brother's oversized hoodie to school, some of his old shirts. 

I don't care. I don't know. 

I grab my lunch and head out the door. I enjoy going to school early so I can avoid people. Finally, I reach the rusty blue doors. Right then, a car sidles up next to me.