Chapter eight: The Hurt

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I turned to my mother tears filled my eyes.

"How could you mommycakes" I said with my voice breaking.

I turned back around facing the surprise, It was my father!

"Nie nie I sorry I thought you'll be happy" she said reaching for my arm but I stepped back

"Happy ?? Happy ?? Seriously mom ?? Are you fucking serious right now?!?!?!" I said crying and yelling

"Watch your mouth young lady" my father said

I turned my head slowly and looked at him in his eyes.

"Listen here stranger don't tell me what to do only my mother can I don't know you, you well at least dead to me"

"Mel Watch your mouth" she yelled

"Dont talk to me you, liar you , evil evil evillllll person. How could you do this to me ?? You know what this man put me through maybe you forgot m-maybe you both forgot" I said wiping my face from crying

"He abused me, he pushed me down the stairs MOM you remember that ?? You remember how I was only fucking 5 years old and had to be rushed to the damn hospital ??" I said crying and yelling and probably screaming. I didn't care about there feelings being hurt, how could my mother do this to me ??

"I basically lived In the damn hospital because of this freak and you want me to accept him back in ??"

"MELANIE MAURICE WRIGHT!!!" My mother yelled

"NO I DON'T WABT TO HEAR IT" I yelled walking up the stairs

"Melanie can I at least tell you why I'm here ??" My father asked

"NO-NO YOU CAN NOT" I said running up the stairs. I went in my room slammed the door and cried I cried until I ran out of water in my eyes oh my god how could my mother do this to me ?? I was so upset to the point I threw like my whole closet Into my suitcase I even threw my favorite pillow and teddy bear into the suitcase I was never coming back. Then my phone starts ringing I looked at the caller I.D it was Chris

"Hello ?" I said with disgust

"Melanie I'm sorry I hope you can forgive me I really needs tal- "

"Fuck you I'm done with you to you fucking abuser you fucking mmm" I hung up the phone and screamed I cried I couldn't stop crying I just cried and cried and cried. How can a amazing day turn into such an awful, hurtful, hateful, evil day ??

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