(flashbacks)
"Bring me the magazine Ryana
"Her dad said
I came downstairs and on my way to
the living room
i grabbed the magazine to my dad
, I handed magazine to my dad coldy be cause i wasn't in a good mood and i was depressed it seemed like a rough day
"Ryana can't you change your behavior you're just being a rude brat which I find embarrassing" my dad said
"Dad why are you saying this everytime it's hurting me while I'm trying my best to be normal I'm just having a bad day as a normal human " i said
"get lost before I lose my temper" my dad said
I went back to my room and slammed the door then when i cried again but there's only one thing that helps me all the time
I opened her diary and started writing
So yes reading is my friend but writing is my therapy, but I was confused
So many untold words on my mind
Maybe im is too young for those feelings and there was no one to talk,
No one to listen
I start writing :
"He was there when I needed someone
He was listening to me while no one wanted to listen, for the first time in my whole damn life someone cared about me but then he left like everyone"
( End of flashbacks)
My phone buzz brought me out of my thoughts and memories i picked the phone up and answered
"Yes mama? " I said
" Sweetie where are you now? momsaid"
" im at work mama why? "
"well dont eat outside and come home and eat with me and papa" mom said
"Mom you know I don't wanna face him"
"baby at least he is your dad and just do this for me pls" mom said
I was taking deel breaths and I was trying to calm myself down
"Huh you call him my dad after what he did, he destroyed you for God's sake "
"I know but I can't do a thing " mom said with low voice which means she got sad
"Fine mama I'll be there " I said and turned off the phone.
(7:00 at the evening)
I came home and I went upstairs to my room and I got changed
On the dinner table there was a silence around the table but mommy broke it
"Ryana baby so how's work nowdays?"
"It's fine mama " I answered
and I kept eating
"It's not fine when you only
make 60$ in a month" dad said
I could feel my blood boiling
"yeah its not fine be cause it can't give you more drinks or help you to win some shitty bets" I said with so much anger
He slammed the table and stood up
"You better watch your tongue toward me and you should behave "
"Or what You will hit me again? Or you will lock me in a room or wait we better say you won't let me eat for 2 days" I said as I stood up angrily
"Guys pls calm down" mama said and tried to calm us down but there's nothing can calm the Strom between us
I didn't want to keep doin this shit I went to upstairs to my room I don't cry anymore maybe i think it makes me weak or maybe there's no more tears left to cry and Im just feeling numb
here I am a again bringing my diary and starting reading yeah I will read this time sometimes the writer needs a rest for her tired hands and to take a look at what she have done and what she wrote so I started reading.