After another day of school (or hell), for the first time in my life I'm excited to go home. My mother is supposed to be coming down from New York to visit.
My mother and father separated and I decided to stay with my father. But after the separation he drastically changed. He got fired from his job. He started drinking and doing drugs. I tried to help him, but like he says "I'm just a kid, and I don't know nothing."
When I arrived I didn't see her car in the drive way. I thought maybe she had got a ride or took an Uber or taxi or something. I opened the door to see my father, with a bottle of liquor in his hand, asleep on the couch. I turned the TV off and went into the kitchen.
Usually if I didn't make my father dinner when I came from school, he'd hit me.
I put TV dinner in the microwave for him and went upstairs to my room. I tried calling my mother, but she didn't answer.
As I lay on my bed, I ponder over the fact that my life pretty much sucks.
I jump at the sound of the microwave slamming shut. "Come here you stupid bitch" yelled my father. Walking down the stairs, I can hear him mumbling, he's something probably insulting me.
"Yes, father" I say politely. He was clearly very angry " before you left the house this morning what did I tell you, huh? I told you I didn't want this fucking TV dinner shit."
His fist penetrated my cheek.
He took the TV dinner and went back into the living room.
This is something that happens often. I took a ice pack from the freezer and went back upstairs. I grabbed my phone, keys,and bag. Without hesitation, I walked out of the house. I walked around a bit. Stopping at a bridge. I sat on the edge, looking at the beautiful lights of the city beyond me.
I was sitting there for a couple of minutes, when a car pulled over beside me. A tall woman in a pantsuit stepped out of the car and walked toward me. The headlights of the car disabled me to see who she was. When she got closer I descried the face of my mother.
With a smile on her face she sat beside me. She looked at my face and began to cry.
"If you would've told me this was happening I would've came to get you love" the tears run down her face, nonstop.
When they separated I told my mother than I wanted to stay with my father, I loved him so much and I thought he loved me too.
We both got into her car. And deceided never to come back to this town again.
Authors note:
The rest of the stories are probably not going to be as depressing, hope you enjoyed.
