Totally Broken

The Beginning: How it all started

(Yasmin's Mom and Dad in Media)

Yasmine:

"Man I do not want to go to school on Monday I want to stay on summer vacation forever." I said as Angela kept going on about how excited she was about school.

"No you don't we got through freshman and sophomore year and junior year and now we are going to get through Senior year as well." I looked at Angela like she was crazy and shook my head.

"I am not in the mood to be picked on I get enough of that at home."

"Girl don't even worry about it, this year you will talk more and shut them bitches up."

"OOO you said a curse word."

"Man shut you." We both busted up laughing and continued to talk.

"Okay on Saturday we are going shopping for clothes so we can look so good for a school." I looked at her and shook my head.

"Girl you know I don't have any money for new clothes."

"Ask your dad I know he will give you some." I shrugged and then got up and stretched.

"Ill try, but let me get home before I get cursed out by my mom more than I already do."

"Okay boo, text me when you get home."

"Ang I live across the street you can look out the window and watch me go in my house."

"Stop being stubborn and just text me."

"Man whatever you random." We both busted up laughing again and then I headed out and headed home.

"Bye Mama Jones."

"Bye baby see you later." I nodded my head as if she could see me and then headed at the door.

When I made it to my front door I took a deep breath before walking inside because I knew something was going to happen I could just feel it. I took another breath and then opened the door. When I did I was I shock, I saw boxes and bags everywhere.

"Mom, Dad?" I called out and then I heard moving upstairs. After a minute I saw my dad walk downstairs with my mom in tow.

"Hey baby girl, how was Angela's?"

"Good as always. What is going on are we moving?"

"Well baby girl we-." Before he could finish my mom started to talk.

"Yes fat bitch we are moving okay, don't you see all these damn boxes or is all that fat messing up your eye sight." I shook my head as she kept talking I wasn't going to cry in front of her anymore.

"Do not call my baby girl fat what is wrong wit you." My dad said as he walked over to me.

"The better question is what is wrong with you?" My dad looked at my mom like she was crazy.
"What are you talking about?"

"You know damn well she is a stupid, fat slob I have no idea why you like this bitch." I shook my head again because I am so used to this it hurt yeah but I mean whatever.

"Stop talking to my daughter like that, you should not be speaking to you daughter like that."

"I will speak to that fat bitch anyway I want to she ruined my life and my body she deserves it." My dad just looked at my mom and then walked up to me.

"Sweetie are you okay." I just nodded my head because if I tried to talk I would cry.

"Okay come here I have to tell you something." I sat down and just looked up at him and waited for him to start talking.