This Kind of Love Was Funny

It was the summer of 2006. I was 8 years old living with my abusive mother, drug addict step-dad, their son, and my sister. We were all living in Seattle Washington. My mom was also a drug addict but I never wanted to admit it. I mean who wants people to know her mom is on drugs? Her and my step dad fought a lot and after the fights my mom would take it out on me. She would hit me, kick me, and throw things at me, whatever. I still have a scar on my left knew from where she threw a glass bottle at me. She never really cared. She NEVER laid a hand on my little sister. I was anxious because I was finally going to live back with my dad. He had a new girlfriend. I was afraid to meet her. I thought that because my mom hit me that that was what moms were supposed to do although it hurt. One day unparticular I remember the most. My mom was passed out on the couch; my sister and I were waiting for her to wake up so that we could go to the airport. The phone rang and I went to answer it.

“Hello,” I whispered not wanting to wake my mom afraid of what she would do.

“Shayla?” A semi-familiar voice answered back.

“May I ask whose speaking?” I asked. I was very afraid because whenever a phone call came and it wasn’t for my mom she would get mad.

“Your dad silly. Your plane leaves in two hours.”

“Ok I will see you then. Bye I love you.” I hung up.  I rushed to wake my mom up. She slapped me in my face and yelled at me for waking her up. Trying not to cry because when I did she got even more mad. I explained to her that we had to leave. Her face got red and she took me by the hair and my sister by her little petite hand to the car.

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Okaay well Thats the begining I know i said it started in 2009 but it ALL started in 2006. SO comment vote fan :D