1st chapiter of my life

I was only 8 years old when my father died in a car

accident with his lover and from that day my mother became addicted to alcohol,

she spent the time drinking in bars with other men .she would spend her nights

with a new face, a new man in her room, they were always so loud and she never

cared about my father’s feeling up there. She would beat me every day – all

because of my face- I remind her of him- I resembled to my dad so much, I was

his small female version that made mum more and more anxious and uncomfortable.

6 years had passed,

and I was living in misery  , I hated my

life , this walls ,and my mum .To escape that hell , I used to make excuses up

just to avoid meeting her anger storm , her hunger to beat me , I couldn’t

stand that terrifying pleasure in her eyes when she hits me. And I would always

run to my aunt’s house, where I ate healthier and dressed prettier. My grandma

used to live with her too. They were the motive, the reason for me to live with

mum and accept her .But with days, I couldn’t bear it; she just wouldn’t change

–what an awful mother- I got depressed and became the most violent child on the

hood.

Once when my aunt visited us, she saw it. All that

disgusting sh^t, all that sl^tty things my mother made me live in .The anger

took over my aunt’s soul, she just yelled at mum:”You’re so weak and fragile,

that you can’t accept your reality and live with your daughter in peace .She

grow on you, can’t you just be more mature and face it instead of escaping it

.I am taking her with me, she does in fact deserve better parents then both of

you “she took my hand, left that mother –sl^t- hanging there and slammed the

door .I was in a chook that I didn’t realize where I am headed or what did just

happen .But I was, surely feeling secure –did I find my new hope? Is she really

going to be my hope?-these questions was the only things I thought of on the way

to her house.

When I got there, my grandma just hugged me so tight

while whispering to me:”You do deserve better sweetheart, I am so sorry Sheilah for letting live there for years. I promise you a better life with us. ” In fact,

I don’t blame them because I always did hide my bruises and wounds from them

and I never talked about it. I ‘m just so thankful that they saved me in the

right time –who knows I could’ve become like her or even worst? Now her name ***Fern***starts to make sense-no flowering plant - I do see that in her.

I couldn’t sleep the first night there ; I just kept

staring at the roof and wondering if my parents were they ever in love ,did my

dad had a reason to cheat on mum. I sometimes wish that maybe if I had one more

chance, only one to speak to my

father, I will surely ask him To take me with him, and

tell him that I love him no matter what happens or did happen, I just want to

get my father back .I wish she was the one who died that day, because even on

the greater case, she would’ve give up on me.

I did cry in silence the whole night, stopped to laugh

my *** out about my state and then got back to crying until I’ve fallen asleep.

***Download NovelToon to enjoy a better reading experience!***