Broken Down

Broken Down Chapter 1

Broken Down, Chaper 1

        

        Screaming. That’s all I heard as I lay in my bed at night. It’s all I ever hear. My mom and stepdad are arguing. That’s all they do. Argue and bicker, and I can’t get away from it. It’s summer. I can’t wait for school to start. I want to get away from my drunken and abusive stepfather. My biological dad died when I was 5. My mom didn’t take it well. She’s always crying, and always depressed, and John, my step dad, isn’t helping any. He goes out drinking and cheating while my mom works her ass off just to make ends meet.

I caught him cheating on my mom once. I came home from school on a friday and saw him fucking a blonde chick on the couch, and for seeing what I saw… I was beat. I had a broken nose, and bruised ribs, arms and legs for a week. He also beats me after him and my mom argue, sometimes.

When the arguing stops I hear my mom crying downstairs. And angry feet pounding on the stairs as John make his way to my room. The door bursts open. I sit up and look at him with pleading eyes. He slowly walks towards me saying

“This is your fault, you know.”

I prepare for the beating I’m about to get.
“It’s your fault your mother and I are fighting.” He says, then pulls me to the floor by my hair.
As my knee hits the cold wooden floor, I hear and feel a pop. I sit up and hold my knee. John kicks my side, almost full force. I scream. everytime he hits me, a part of me dies.

“YOU’RE NOTHING,” he yells over my screams.

“YOU’RE A WORTHLESS PIECE OF SHIT!” he finishes his sentence, then punches me in the gut until I start spitting up blood.

“DO US ALL A FAVOR BITCH, AND DIE!” he yells and kicks me in the knee that popped, breaking my knee. I scream and lay on the floor in a small puddle of blood. John looks at me, then leaves my room. I couldn’t move. All I could do is lay there, crying and thinking about what he said. You’re nothing. you’re a worthless piece of shit. Do us all a favor bitch and die. Maybe I will.

I didn’t sleep at all that night. My mind was all over the place and I couldn’t relax, prior to what John had done to me. In the morning I was still on the floor. My mom entered my room. She knows he beats me. She wants to leave and take me with her, but we have nowhere to go, and she’s afraid that he will find us.

My mom helps me into a sitting position, and I groan in pain.

“I’m so sorry, sweetheart.” she says as she brushes my hair out of my face.

“I would have checked on you last night, but he wouldn’t let me.” she continues.

“Come on. Lets get you to the hospital.”

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