I sat in my bathtub, staring at my slit writs until my vision was blurred, and I allowed my mind to float to another place.
When had it gotten so bad? I thought. Why am I trying to kill myself?
But then I remembered.
My mother was jumping from one man to the next, and each one got worse as time went along.
They usually didn't give a shit about me, or anything else for that matter, but one man was very different. Richie, a drug addict and a drunk, somehow made his way into my mom's life, and things never got as bad as it did with him.
He abused us both, and threatened to break my neck if my mom were ever to leave him, so she didn't have a choice.
And that one night when things got particularly bad, I locked myself in the bathroom and I tried to kill myself, but my little sister somehow unlocked the door and saved my life, and for her I was grateful.
Richie got arrested later that night, straight from my hospital room, and we never saw him again.
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Fly Away || l.h
أدب الهواةIsabella Blacken was moving to New York to get away from her abusive childhood in Los Angles. On the way there, she met the four boys who helped her get through it all, and her life was forever changed. She fell in love. She fell back out. It was a...
