Son of a Rouge

Another Day [°1°]

[Aaden's POV]

⚠*Warning Abusive Language and Actions*⚠

Woken up abruptly from my peaceful sleep at 4 am in the middle of the night, I hear a screeching voice calling my name. The same voice that yells at me every waking minute.. my mother. I thought that something was wrong for a second, but I shouldn't care since she doesn't care about me. I rolled over, expecting to just wait it out and nothing much more would happen. Before I heard the creaking of a door and then a loud slam of the basement door hitting the wall. And then stomping feet down the stairs. When I peer my eyes open, I see the woman's figure towering over my bed. "Get your lazy worthless ass up" she whisper yelled not wanting to alarm people upstairs in the living room. Even though I have heard these words so many times before, they still pierce me like a knife every time I hear them come out of my mother's mouth. She often came home in the middle of the night drunk and high. She usually brings in a different one night stand in with her every night. But tonight, tonight was different. She had a party here, with everyone one she knew. Pills being popped, alcohol being drank, and weed being rolled. I am surprised I was able to sleep through it all for the little bit of time I had.

I didn't realize I fell asleep once again and I was snapped out of my daze by a cold hand dragging me out of bed, onto the basement floor that I called my bedroom. "Get your faggot self upstairs and clean up, I'm heading out with Brock tonight". Before the question of "Who's Brock?" could come out of my mouth, she was gone, once again. She has never been the same ever since my father left us. Once upon a time, she loved me.. I guess every happy story has to come to an end. I gather up the energy to drag myself up out of my bed and up the stairs. The sight I saw when I walked out of the door was horrendous. There were cans all over the floor, and trash everywhere. And by trash, I don't mean the sleeping people all over the living room. I calmly woke up everyone, even though my anxiety was sky rocketing. All I hope is that nobody throws a fit when I try to get them to leave. I got everyone out the house, and sat down on the couch. Before I realized, I was asleep again.

I jolted awake as I felt an intense sting across my face. Before I could make sense of anything that was happening, I saw my mother standing right in front of me with her hand up. It didn't take me long to realize that I had been slapped. I put my hand up to my face feeling where she had hit me. Before I could utter a word she pointed her finger to the floor all around. "Didn't I tell you to clean this up?" she yelled angrily followed by another hit to the face. I wanted to keep the tears in but I couldn't stop them from flowing down. She hit me once again in the stomach and I fell to the floor hunched over. "I knew your worthless ass couldn't do the one thing I asked you! This is why your father left you! He knew you were going to be nothing but a worthless nobody! You're the reason I lost my husband" She stormed off leaving me on the floor bruised.

I always think to myself, "What did I do to deserve this...?" I was never told why my father left, my mother always told me that he left because he found somebody better. Somebody better  like who? Somebody better than me? I always knew I wasn't everything I was supposed to be. That has been engraved in my mind since childhood. I have never had someone to turn to other than my best friend Amaya who lived a couple houses down. My mother doesn't allow me to see her often but I still find a way over there.

I spent my whole life homeschooling myself, I am 16 years old and I have never stepped foot into a school in my town. My mother never cared to enroll me in school and told the government she's been "homeschooling" me, but that's a lie, so I just decided to teach myself. My method of things isn't so bad though, I would consider myself average when it comes to learning. I taught myself everything, how to cook, clean, read, write, spell, everything there is. The one thing I haven't learned how to do though, is defend myself. I am a 5'7" guy who barely weighs roughly 130 pounds. I have always wondered to myself why I'm a bit smaller than everyone, because my mother towers over me and I remember my father being very tall. I believe he was over 6'. I spend my whole life in fear that someone is going to hurt me.

With that last thought, I was kicked in my back. I forgot I was on the floor. It was my mother once again, "Go to your room, you're dirtying up the floor more". So I got up as quickly as I could in fear of what she might do next, I wasn't very fast but I still made my way downstairs to the basement. I lay in my bed wincing as I lay down on my back. I can feel the bruises forming. I pull out my phone and opened my camera to look at my face. I realize my face is very red, both sides. But it'll fade in about an hour... hopefully. I sigh in frustration and cover my face with my hands forgetting what I just looked at, the sting spreads all over my face and makes me groan in slight pain. I lay down and try to forget everything that just happened. Maybe tomorrow will be a better day.

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Author's Note 👑

This is my first time ever writing a story like this so I'm so sorry if it isn't necessarily "good" but I think it was done pretty well for a first timer. But if you DO like it, thank you SO much, I really appreciate it.