Learn To Live Again

"I'm the monster? ME??" My mother screams, grabbing a vase from the end table and throwing it in my fathers decoration.

"You did NOT just do that!" My father yells. And with that my parents get into a heated argument again.

"Let's go now, before they remember that we're here." I whisper to my Jake, pulling him out of the house.

It was all so surreal. I had put up every precaution to make sure that never happened and it didn't work. The look on my boyfriends face had to have been the worst part. He looked so shocked, so scared. I almost literally had to bribe him not to tell anyone.

"What in the hell was that?" Jake questions once we get far enough away from my house.

"I already told you, my parents are fighting." I say, not wanting to explain everything.

"That was not fighting. They were throwing things at each other!" He yells, catching me off guard.

"Please don't yell at me." I say, lip quivering.

"I'm sorry." He apologizes. "You know you need to tell someone."

"I can't! They'll put my siblings and I in foster care, we'll be separated!" I panic.

"You guys can't live there, not with the way your parents are fighting." He says, his voice sounding so desperate.

"Please, I can't lose my brothers and sister like I'm losing my parents." I beg, trying not to cry.

"I can't live knowing that you're living in such terrible conditions."

"Do you think that I want to be there? I'm doing this for the sake of what family I have left." I tell him, getting frustrated.

"Babe, think of how much happier you'd be knowing your siblings are somewhere safe."

"Do you really think I'd be happy with that?" He nods. "Why would I be happy that my brothers and sister are separated and have no family? How could I be happy not being able to know if they're in a good home or not?"

"You're making this out to be a bigger deal than it really is."

"I don't want to fight with you right now." I sigh. "Just go home and forget this ever happened." And with saying that I run off, not waiting for his response.

And that's how I ended up here, in Walmart, trying to forget everything that happened today.

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Two years later and I find myself in a court room, being told that my parents are going to jail for their abusive behavior and that I now have custody of my siblings. I look to my three siblings with wide eyes. How am I supposed to take care of them? I know that I've been taking care of them for the past two years, but I had my parents money to pay for everything, now we've got nothing.

"We will have child services checking in on you in two months and every month after that for the next year. If you fail to properly provide for these children we will have no choice but to put them I the custody of the state." The judge informs to me, scaring me half to death. The judge then dismisses everyone and my siblings come running up to me.

"What's going to happen now?" The oldest of my little brothers, also the second oldest out of all of us kids, Christian, asks.

"Everything's going to stay the same, bud. We'll just have to have more fun at the house." I try to smile for him.