Chapter 3: Unfair
I stood there like a statue, unable to move and just particularly frozen there. The muscles on my shoulders loosened up a lot, resulting my bookbag's strap to just slipped off of it and pound to the ground with a loud thuh, since it had some heavy books there. The pound vibrated the ground a bit and my faggot dad stopped doing what he was doing and turned around.
I flinched at his deep glare, the beady brown eyes that looked like an arrow striking my chest. I twitched my brows and held my guard up. His face looked musty and dirty and his beard was growing back. The unknown slut stopped making orgasm sounds and I saw thick fluid leaking off of her breasts. She sat up and whipped her hair back, her lipstick all smeared around her cheeks.
"Why the hell are you standing out there!? Get your skinny ass in here, worthless brat!" he screamed at me. His breath stenched the whole entire air of very strong alcohol. I jumped a bit despite of his loud voice and I gripped on my clothes.
"Fuck you." I said nastily and he pulled his you-know-what out of you-know-what and pulled his boxers up. "I'm not closing the door. What the hell are you doing? Who is that bitch anyways?" I said and when I sweared, the stupid woman bellowed her voice in dissatisfaction.
"Your kid?" she said with her voice so deep that it sounded like she was a heavy smoker and faggot dad turned to her, softening his expression a bit.
"Who gives a shit. I didn't raise her anyways, so technically, consider it no." he said and I strengthened my grip. The woman grabbed her pants on the floor and reached into her pockets and took out a box of cigarettes and a lighter. Taking a cigarette out, she put it in her mouth and lit up the lighter. Then she inhaled and exhale the smoke. What the fuck. Why is she smoking in my house?
"What a pathetic and rude girl. She'll be better off working as a whore for money for your stupid wife." she said and I grit my teeth.
"Shut the fuck up! You're the whore here, you ugly piece of hag! What the hell are you doing in my house!? Get out! I don't want to see you! GET OUT!" I screamed and she stared at me in a 'are-you-done-yet' expression. She inhaled and then the smoke came out of her nose. "Get the old bitch out, you old man!" I growled at my dad and he instantly slapped me across the face and grabbed my hair, yanking me down. I screamed.
"You shut up you no good son of bitch!" he said and I felt warm oozing blood running down my mouth. I turned towards to my dad and narrowed my eyes at him.
"Damn Robert, you sure don't show any mercy to your children. But I guess that's alright because a bitch like her needs to be taught anyways." she said and chuckled lowly. She then got up and put on her jacket and underwear. Walking towards me, she bent down and exhale the smoke to my face. I turned away and coughed.
"Fuck off." I said quietly and she grabbed my chin, yanking it where her eyes met mine.
"Watch your mouth, slut." she said and I felt her nails digging into my skin. "You want to know a little something? I know that your dad's a huge player and he loves to go drinking but because of you and your stupid mother, he can't stay at clubs longer because your mother doesn't work her ass hard enough to make the money. So basically, my point is that you and your mother should just go die." she said and I widened my eyes, feeling my blood boiled so hot inside. My stupid dad smirked and I growled.
Instantly, I scratched the woman's wrist harshly and bit her hand. She screamed and released me. While old man was reaching for her, I got up and scooped up my bag and ran out of the house. Running hard and fast to no where, I sweat and tears leaked down my eyes. How dare that bitch say that! I fucking swear, I'll kill her! Running for past 10 minutes, I stopped into a semi-busy street in Bronx. Gasping for air, I wiped the blood out of my mouth and spat.
Then I heard my phone vibrate in my bag. Opening my bookbag, I grabbed the phone out and an unknown number called me. I hesitated to answer but I picked it up anyways.
"Hello?" I said grumpily.
"Hello? Hello? Is this Brooklyn Jameson?" a voice of a man said. I narrowed my eyes a bit and coughed.
"Yes and who the hell are you?" I said nastily.
"Excuse me, but you need to come to Montefiore Medical Center right away. This is an emergency." he said rushingly and I gasped. That was the hospital my mother goes due to her illness. Why are they calling me? Has something happened to her? "Hello? Hello?" he said and I blinked, stepping out of my thoughts.
"Y-Yes, is this about Beatrice Jameson?" I said and my heart pumped nervously.
"Yes, yes. . this is about Beatrice Jameson. Her kidneys are failing servely right now and I'm really sorry to say this but I'm afraid she's not going to make it." he said and I felt like my heart has just been ripped into two pieces. Then without hesitating for all the people around me, I screamed and cried.