𝐀𝐫𝐞 𝐘𝐨𝐮 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐝 𝐎𝐟 𝐌𝐞, 𝐌𝐨𝐦𝐦𝐲?

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(11 Years Later)

Ariana's POV : "Yo, wake the fuck up for school." I hear mom speak aggressively as she practically kicks open my door. Rubbing the sleep out of my eyes, I slowly sit up and look at my clock. 6:30 am. I let out a small sigh as I lazily get out of my bed and walk into the bathroom to shower. "Ariana!" Mommy calls for me. "Yeah!" I call back. No response. I huff, putting my toothbrush down and walking into her room. "Yes?" I ask. "You're walking to school today, I got shit to do." She mumbles, throwing on a t-shirt while some random blonde girl puts on one of her hoodie's. "I usually do." I mumble to myself.

"Excuse me?" "Nothing." I quickly save myself from getting hit. Walking back into the bathroom down the hall, I take my shower and brush out my hair ; making myself look as presentable as possible. After I finish doing that, I put on my school uniform, and enter the kitchen for breakfast. We don't really have any.. food. I usually just drink some water or eat some dry cereal if we have any left. Trix are my favorite. They're so colorful and sweet tasting. Kinda like smarties and razzles. Those are my favorite candy's.

"Hi." The random girl in moms hoodie smiles politely at me as she walks into the kitchen. "Hi.." I say uncomfortably. It's a different girl almost everyday. Yesterday it was Ella, the day before that it was Sophie, last week it was some woman named Roxanne. Who's it gonna be tomorrow? What does she do with them anyways? "What's your name, hon?" She asks me, trying to make small conversation for reasons beyond my knowledge. "Ariana." "That's a pretty name. My name's Hailey."

I smiled and nodded my head. I'm not really supposed to be talking to strangers. Opening the fridge to view my breakfast options, I eyed down an old apple, a water jug, and a random slice of cheese. I guess I'm not that hungry right now. I sigh before closing the fridge, and grabbing a cup from the cupboard. Water it is. "Are you hungry, sweetie?" The lady asks. "No, she's not. You need to leave." Mom walks into the kitchen, grabbing Hailey by her wrist and practically dragging her over by the front door. "Oh- Alright. Well, call me?" "Oh yeah, for sure." Mom winks before leading her out the apartment. I haven't eaten in a couple of day's so I am a little hungry. "Didn't I fucking tell you not to talk to these bitches when you see them?" Mom's mood changed almost immediately.

"Yes." I mumble. I didn't even talk to her first. This is unfair. "Do I have to teach you a fucking lesson again?" "No." I drew back, retreating just a few steps away from her. She grabs her drink from the counter, pushing me out of the way and walking back into her room. As I hear her door close I stick my tongue out in an anger before letting out a huff. I don't think my friend's mom's are as mean to them as mommy is to me. What did I do wrong? I know it's something.. And when I figure it out, I can fix it. She'll like me then, maybe. I sigh as I grab my backpack from the counter, and walk over to moms room.

I stand there with my hand frozen in place, as though it was ready to knock, but for some reason couldn't. She doesn't like it when I bother her early in the mornings. She yells at me. But this needs to be done. I gain the courage to tap my knuckles against her door, and do just that. "What!" I hear her shout, obviously irritated at the fact that I'm still here. "Makeup." I remind her.

I hear her huff as she walks over to the door and opens it. She takes me into the bathroom and sits me on top of the sink counter. "Arm out." She says as she takes the makeup bag out of the sink cabinet. I hold my bruised arm out for her as she starts to cover it up with something called foundation. "Other arm." I obey and hold out my other bruised arm. "If you'd stop being a little shit, I wont have to do this anymore." She says, covering my last purple bruise. "Stop drinking and we wouldn't have this problem." I mumble. Wrong choice.

"You really testing me today, huh?" Before I could respond, she pushes me down from the counter, causing me to fall onto the floor. "Talk back to me again. Lemme hear it, come on. Try me." She delivered a sharp kick to my stomach, the sudden pain overwhelming me, causing tears to spill from my eyes. It left a sharp, searing pain radiating through my abdomen like a hot knife slicing through my skin. I could feel my muscles tightening, and a wave of nausea washing over me, as if my insides were churning violently. And I wasn't allowed to cry.