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My mother was a kind women. Key word: was. My mother was at the age of 14 when her life had changed for the worse. She was raped by two random strangers off the road. She says it was her punishment for running away. I say that it was just bad luck but my mother insists that everything happens for a reason. She's very stubborn.
When she first got married it was to an insane lunatic. She later put a restraining order on him and we haven't seen him since. I wasn't only two years old I believe and that's why I dont remember him.
Before my mother had gotten married she was dating a man named John. John was a horrible man. He did drugs and he smoked tobacco and... other things. He had impregnated my mother at the age of 18. After about a month he came home from a strip club drunk and raped my mom while she was pregnant. Sometime after that night he said to my mother;
"You are not allowed to see the gender of the baby." My mother was fine with that until he said, "but if it's a girl, throw it out." I am a girl. And I was the baby he was talking about. When my mom heard this she was three months pregnant and she left him. She left him and his wonderful family. The wonderful family that knew nothing and ought she was just another bitch who left him.
She ran away and met a man in subway at the age of 29. She was working there and she had fallen on her back while I was out back taking out the trash and he saved her. He was such a gentle man and they dated for three and a half years. After those three years they got married. After marriage he started beating her, raping her, and cheating on her. She had no power and she couldn't do anything either. She ended up getting help from the state and divorced him. She was 34 after all of this happened.
After she divorced him she married a guy who was horrible but she had no feeling of love anymore so she married him a year later. He was the one who did the last step in corrupting my mother. He changed her for the worst. For the rest of her life. For the rest of my life.
My mother went from a small, quiet, secure woman to the definition of slut and whore. Right now she is 36 years old. Her heart is broken and fully corrupted due to her past. Her hair is a fake golden blond instead of a beautiful shiny dirty blond. Her hair sorts looks like cheese. Whenever she spins, whirls, or twirls, her fake golden curls would fly around like a ballerina, majestic and gracefully.
Even though she used to hate the color pink, that's the only color you'd see her in now. Her clothes were tight pink clothes that showed her breasts and her ass off. Without her outrageous amount of makeup she had a beautiful face. She had small hazel colored eyes, a big mouth, and tan skin, even though the current tan she has now is fake. She loved her husband's, my father's, money and what it could get her. His sexual ability could get her things too.
Her once polite manners disappeared too and now rudeness has taken its place. She never thanked, or kissed my father unless she wanted something in return, and she never truly loved my father.
Father doesn't share his past with us so we dont really know much about him. He currently is 47 years old. He is a billionaire who loves to show off his money. He has midnight black hair that is shaved into a buzz cut because he never has the time to deal with or style his hair. He always wore a million dollar suit and tie to show off even more, if that were possible. He didn't care if my mother was cheating on him or if she was a whore, for he cheated and he was a whore too. But it was fine for, neither of the two cared.
Father has a chiseled chin, medium sized brown eyes, chocolate colored skin, and a ton of muscles to show he had money too. He never lobed mother, he just loved the sex and the way she made him think, act, and spend his earnings.
Now I am a different story. The nicest word I can call myself with meaning it, sort of, is average. I am 17 years old who is beaten and isn't allowed to talk, due to everyone hating my voice. I understand why too, it's a scratchy sort of voice that can't even hum right. I have two wonderful parents even though they beat me and treat me like a slave.
My hair is a natural, ugly in my point of view, brown color which reaches my waist. My eyes are a shiny brown color. Mom and dad hate my eyes, my looks and my entire being. Even though I would hate them or anything. I really disliked how they treated me. I'd never gone outside and interacted with people so I couldn't dislike the world, for I only knew a itty bitty part of it. Some may say my heart is made of gold, due to me being a total pacifist. It's hard though.
My parents would beat me until I pass out, cut my arms for pleasure, but worst of all they would leave me up on the tallest mountain that I had seen, Mt. Ebott for an entire night. But before they leave me up there they tell me the story if the !mountain first. If I remember correctly it went like this;
A long time ago,
There was a war between monsters and humans,
The humans eventually won and trapped the monsters in Mt. Ebott with a magic barrier.
The monsters are in the mountain still to this day...
Mother and Father always took it as a joke until...
Year 20XX
I ha been a very bad girl today, according to their rules. It was my 18th birthday today so I had asked about it and they beat me till I passed out, due to my selfishness. I know what's gonna happen once I wake up, they're going to tell me the story about the monsters' and humans' war and then leave me on the mountain all night. But, if I was really bad in their opinion then they wouldn't even tell me the story, they'd just leave me up there. After I thought all of this, I woke up.
Ow! My body hurt from the rigid bumps and points engraved into the floor. Wait, there's no points or bumps on the house floor! I looked around at what was around and beside me. I saw the sky, the city, and the state sign below me. Holy shit they had done it again! They left me up on Mt. Ebott, again! Mother and Father left me up here to die. Oh well, I should be able to find my way back to the house.
I looked around for familiar looking things, but there was nothing familiar besides a hole. An though I had never seen this home I had the feeling that I had seen it before. I got up and walked towards the dark hole, that seemed familiar. Once I got to it I tripped and fell into it. I started to cry my life away, feeling weak. I felt happy to be free, yet sad to die alone.
