You're Different || Jimmy Darling

Chapter 1 A Rude Awakening

I shot up from my bed gasping for air. I felt like I couldn't breathe like I was being strangled. Must have been a nightmare but I don't remember anything at all. I got up out of my bed and I could hear loud arguing coming from my parent's room. I walked into the hall and the door to their room was a small crack open where I could see and hear them bickering at each other.

"I FUCKING hate you! I can't believe I married your sorry ass and had your children! I should of left you a long time ago! The part that makes it the worst is that you cheated on me with some broad off the street corner! How could you do this to us!" My mother said as she was out of breath as she started to cry.

I could tell by the tone in her voice that she was crying her eyes out. My father hurt her time after time again and she was always the one to forgive him when she should have just left his cheating ass.

"You know what, I want you out of my house and take YOUR children with you while your at it because I never loved any of you! You're all ruining my life! Pack your bags and leave in the morning because I don't want any of your asses back in my house!" My father yelled back as he threw his beer bottle at the wall in anger. My mother was still sobbing and finally was able to respond back to him.

"You know what I think we will! I don't even want to be near you! GO ROT IN FUCKING HELL YOU SON OF A BITCH!" She said as she had tears in her eyes, she put up her middle finger and was storming toward the door.

I ran back to my room and closed the door shut, I jumped into bed and closed my eyes as tears fell onto my pure white pillow. I curled up in my bed, I was so angry and upset. I have always hated my father and he never treated my mother the way he should have. There were many nights my mother would cry herself to sleep and I would try to be there for her staying strong but sometimes I couldn't help but shed tears with her because no matter what we tried my father would abuse and threaten us constantly. Both my mother and I have countless bruises and scars because of him and I wish he would drop dead. I cried myself to sleeping knowing I, my mother, and my baby brother would have to pack our bags and say goodbye to the only home we ever had.

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I woke up and my pillow was still wet with tears. I lifted myself out of bed and dragged over to my mirror and you could see the dried tears on my cheeks. I wiped my face clean and tried putting on a smile pretending like I didn't know what was about to happen next. I walked past John's room and he was fast asleep, mother must have finished feeding him. I walked toward my mothers room and I inched closer as she ran back and forth packing her things into a suitcase.

"Mother, why are you packing? What's going on?"

"Melanie...Your father and I had a fight last night and he's kicking us all out. Plus I can't stand it here and I can't have you and your brother growing up near him. I have a plan we are going to live with grandma."

"But mother...what are we going to do, grandma doesn't have that much money either and how are we going to pay for everything like diapers and formula? This is just so fucked."

"Hey, young lady watch your language! And I don't know... I have to get a job and so do you. I have faith in you Melanie your sixteen, your old enough to work and be independent. We will figure it out later, right now you need to go grab your things and pack right away before you father comes back home."

I nodded and left to my room. I grabbed my suitcase and started stuffing everything I owned into it, I stuffed it so much that it could barely close, but I made it fit, I wasn't gonna leave anything behind. I dressed into a pair of my favorite blue jeans and a striped fitted tshirt. Summer had just started and we were already starting it off with a bang. I brought our bags down stairs into the car as mother grabbed some of John's things and him of course. She came down the stairs with John and I waited with him in the car. My mother stuck a note to the front of the door and slammed it shut. My mother took the wheel as my mother was pulling out of the drive way I could here under her breath what she whispered, "I have always hate you..." I looked out the window on last time and thought, This place was never a home it was always a house because I never felt like I was at home in there with that man as a father, he never really was a father to us.