I turned over in my big, white bed and looked at my little brother, Tyler. The small six year old was asleep in his own bed, dreaming peacefully. I could hear my mom and dad's voices drifting in and out from downstairs. "Catherine! You can't do this to them!!" I heard my dad yell. The yelling grew louder. "These are my kids, Tom! You can't tell me how to raise them!!" My mom screamed fiercely. "These are my kids to!" Dad argued. They spat words back and forth. I covered my head with the pillow, wishing I wasn't here. Wishing I wasn't alive to suffer this. But I had to. For Tyler. I tossed and turned, finally falling into a restlesss sleep.
Btw guys. This story is really personal for me... Plz don't ask if you can be in it. It just flutters up my comments, and makes me think that you don't like it and that u only read it for the selfish chance at becoming known. Sorry I'm abit grumpy but....
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I had been out of school on Summer Vacation for the past two months. Sometimes, I wished I wasn't. I would be in a classroom, listening to boring subjects, but at least I wouldn't have to hear my parents screaming. I got up from the small couch that I was sitting on, and
(This and my Accidental post are connected) I got up from the small couch I was sitting on and stretched. My mom was standing in the kitchen, smoking a cigarette a gazing out of the window. This wasn't peace, but because my dad was at the bar, it wasn't hell either. An hour later my dad arrived home, smelling of alchohol and piss. He staggered through the doorway and looked my mom up and down, who was sitting in the recliner, staring at the screen. He walked over to her and leaned over her shoulder. "Who yah talkin to," he slurred," oh wait, I don't need to ask. It's probably your girlfriend, Marie." My mom whipped around in the small chair, glanced at my thin figure lying on the couch, then threw a 'Go To Hell' look at my dad. "Mom...?" I asked. I gave her a questioning glance and walked over to her. "Yea, mom, why don't you tell your daughter what's going on," my dad barged in. Mom looked at the ground, then at the ceiling, then finally rested her tear-filled eyes on me. "Jessica. Your mother has feelings for a girl. I want you to be happy for me, so grow up, and act responsible about it." she said slowly and softly, as if she didn't know what she was saying. 'She likes....anoter woman? How could she turn her back on us like this.... For Marie, the the woman she's only known for about 3 weeks, and now apparently the woman she now loves.' I thought to myself. I looked back and forth in between my sexuality crazy mom and drunken dad. "Well, Hope?" my mom poked. I stuttered in reply, then backed away slowly. I turned and ran out of the front door, away from the dark, tense filled living room. Away from my helpless brother upstairs in our bedroom. Away from the hell I was forced to call home. I ran, and I didn't stop.