"I want to leave this house." Your eyes blurred from the tears, they rolled down your cheeks and drops on the wooden floor. You tried wiping the tears away, but they kept coming back over and over. You felt your cheek and palms getting sticky from shedding too many tears.
"Fine! Leave the house, we already know you'll come back and beg to us to take you back again, you're such an ungrateful bitch." My mother spat, making my heart throb in pain even more.
For years and years, since I started school all the way today, my parents neglected and didn't treat me the same way as before. I loved them so much as much as they hate me. They only cared about the money they spend on the casino, they thought gambling was more important so they left me.
I stood up and left the dining table, entering my room. I took my big backpack with me and stuffed clothes in it. I felt my nose getting runny from crying, my bloodshot eyes looking around my bedroom finding what to bring. I brought my phone and my debit card with me. I held my bag tightly and left my room. I instantly went into the pantry and grabbed as much food as I can. There wasn't really much since my family is very poor and chooses to gamble than buying more important things.
"Fuck you, you dumb bitch" My father shouted as I left the house, I looked at the house, reminding me of the good and the bad memories I had. The good memories that got progressively worse.
"I love you too, dad" I smiled at him and walked away.
