Take Me From My Hell, chapter 1
"You fucking little bitch! Where the hell were you!?" My mom was screaming at me, again. I stood there and listened, not answering "Answer me you little fucker!" She smacked me hard across the face. It stung, I would'nt lether see me cry.
"I-I....I was at school...: I said turthfully, I decided to stay back and watch the soccer game.
'And you couldn't call? I asked Vincent and he sasid he hadn't seen you either! You had me worried sick you little bitch! Go to your fucking room! Now!" She hit me again.
Let me explain all this bullshit.
My name is Khristina and I'm 14 almost 15 years old. I'm 5'6" with brown hair and brown eyes. I dress in jeans and a t-shirt because my mom doesn't give a fuck about what I wear. I have friends, and they take care of me, well, 3 of them anyway. The rest are either asshole boys who haven't finished their asshole fase or they are attention grabbing whores. Vincent, he's my neighbor who lives with his aunt and uncle up the street because he didn't have a good home life and before he knew it he was all over the country in different houses. Now, his sister is somewhere and he's happy here. But, he's moving soon because there isn't enough room in the small trailer he lives in. Oh, yeah. I live in a trailer park. And I love Vincent, dearly. He doesn't know, but I really do.
My dad walked out on the family when I was 5 years old, I watched him walk out of the door. My mom then became a ragin alcoholic and took all her anger out on me. My brother, Chris, went away when I was 10 and he was 19. He know lives in New York, happliy with a wife and a kid. I live in California. Berkely to be exact.
I ran up to my room, as soon as I closed to door I let the tears come from my face. They stung my eyes and blurred my vision. I stumbled around the room as I looked for my compostion book so I could write a song or a poem or something to get my feelings out. The words and lines just poured out of my mind unto the paper, along with the tears. The eyeliner stared stinging my eyes and I started swearing again.
A while later I put the book down and stared at my shoes while sitting on the edge of my bed. The house was dead silent. I had nothing, at all. Just my book and a pen. I hated it here, I wanted to leave, and get away. But I was stuck here. Later on I was staring at the ceiling, thinking aloud
"Why, God? What did I do to deserve this? I thought I was a good person, why am I being punished? Why won't you help me?!" I started crying again and soon fell asleep.
The next day I woke up around 6:30, she wasn't awake yet. I got dressed quietly so she would stay asleep. I tiptoed down the stairs to get something to eat, her bedroom door was closed. I knew I could get out of the house before she woke up, I had done that for a few months now.
Ha, I shouldv'e known.
I was walking around in the kitchen and my arm scraped against the counter, I tried not to scream. So, I walked backwards, biting my hand to keep my mouth shut, when I stepped on a peice of glass from a vodka bottle.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! MOTHER FUCKASS!!!" I screamed. I pulled it out and slapped my hand over my mouth. I was stuck, if I left, I'd get twice the beating after school.
"What the hell? Who taught you to swear like that? Your shit friends? And how dare you wake me up when you know I'm asleep, how dare you! Didn't you learn to respect your parents? It's in the 10 Commandments! How dare you!" She puched me hard in the stomach.
"I'm sorry, I stepped on glass and I-"
"Now, why didn't you watch where you were going?!" She slapped me again when I didn't answer
"Get the fuck outta my house!" She screamed. I ran and got my bookbag from the front door and ran all the wat to school. I felt tears coming agian, I collapsed when I was about 2/3 of the way there. I just sat there and thought.
"Khris!" I turned around. It was Vincent.
"Uh, hey..." I dried up my tears.
"Why aren't you at school? He asked.
"I uh, woke up late" I lied
"Ha, me too" He smiled back. He walked to school with me, while singing 'Turn Back Time' by Cher.
"You're so odd" I said as we walked into the school. He laughed and went to the 11the grade floor.
I turned and walked to the 10th grade wing and I saw one of my friends, Kim.
"Holy hell, what happened?" She asked, pointing to a bruise on my face
"I stepped on some glass this morning and fell, on my face" I laughed a little
"Well, okay, I'll see ya around" She said as the bell rang. I felt the bruise on my face, it really hurt.
I walked into Language Arts class. I was the first one there for a change.
"Hello Khristina" My teacher said
"Hi.." I said shyly
"Khistina, are you having trouble, at home?" She looked at me while sorting some papers
"No, no...why?"
"Because, we haven't been able to contact your mother, for the PTA meeting coming up, and you've been really tired and beaten up lately. Anything you want to tell me?" She got up from her desk and was leaning back against the chalkboard as I sat down
"No, she's just been busy lately. And me, I don't go to sleep and I get into fights, it's all fine. Really it is" I nodded
"Okay..." She said as some other students came in. I sighed and slid down into my seat.
"Hey Khris-woah..your face...what'd she do?" Jeremie demanded to know
"Nothing..."
"Khris..."
"What!?"
"Tell me!"
"I can't.."
"Yes you can..you told me about your cutting problem, you can tell me what she did"
I explained what happened this morning
"Was she drunk?"
"I'm guessing" I whispered as the class started. I didn't want my friends to worry, they didn't need to know this shit.
I walked around for the rest of the day, people asking me what happened and staring. I cussed every last one of them out, it wasn't their bussienss. It was my life, not their's.
I was pulled out of school, after the bell rang, by Jeremie. She was leading me over to Kim and Tessa.
"Okay, first off, where the hell is Ryder?" Jer asked
"Not here" Kim said
"I miss him.." Tessa announced
"Shut up" Jer said "Anyway, look at this" She pointed at my face.
"Yeah, she tripped" Kim said
"No, that was a lie! Her mom beat her before school today because she woke her up by accident"
"You lied to Kim?" Tessa asked. I nodded my head in shame
"I don't want you to worry, or tell you parents! She might hit me again if someone told." I was scared
"Then what are you gonna do! Sit around until your 18 and run away from home!?" Jeremie yelled
"I don't know. I'll leave with Vincent" I said
"You can't do that, Khris" Kim said
"I know..."
"Is there anything you want us to do?" Jer asked. I shook my head
"Okay, we'll see you tomorrow." Tessa said. I nodded and looked at her watch
"Holy hell, I gotta go." I turned around and ran home. I had 5 minutes to get home or else she'd think I was late because I was having sex or something. My house was almost 10 minutes away.
"I-I....I was at school...: I said turthfully, I decided to stay back and watch the soccer game.
'And you couldn't call? I asked Vincent and he sasid he hadn't seen you either! You had me worried sick you little bitch! Go to your fucking room! Now!" She hit me again.
Let me explain all this bullshit.
My name is Khristina and I'm 14 almost 15 years old. I'm 5'6" with brown hair and brown eyes. I dress in jeans and a t-shirt because my mom doesn't give a fuck about what I wear. I have friends, and they take care of me, well, 3 of them anyway. The rest are either asshole boys who haven't finished their asshole fase or they are attention grabbing whores. Vincent, he's my neighbor who lives with his aunt and uncle up the street because he didn't have a good home life and before he knew it he was all over the country in different houses. Now, his sister is somewhere and he's happy here. But, he's moving soon because there isn't enough room in the small trailer he lives in. Oh, yeah. I live in a trailer park. And I love Vincent, dearly. He doesn't know, but I really do.
My dad walked out on the family when I was 5 years old, I watched him walk out of the door. My mom then became a ragin alcoholic and took all her anger out on me. My brother, Chris, went away when I was 10 and he was 19. He know lives in New York, happliy with a wife and a kid. I live in California. Berkely to be exact.
I ran up to my room, as soon as I closed to door I let the tears come from my face. They stung my eyes and blurred my vision. I stumbled around the room as I looked for my compostion book so I could write a song or a poem or something to get my feelings out. The words and lines just poured out of my mind unto the paper, along with the tears. The eyeliner stared stinging my eyes and I started swearing again.
A while later I put the book down and stared at my shoes while sitting on the edge of my bed. The house was dead silent. I had nothing, at all. Just my book and a pen. I hated it here, I wanted to leave, and get away. But I was stuck here. Later on I was staring at the ceiling, thinking aloud
"Why, God? What did I do to deserve this? I thought I was a good person, why am I being punished? Why won't you help me?!" I started crying again and soon fell asleep.
The next day I woke up around 6:30, she wasn't awake yet. I got dressed quietly so she would stay asleep. I tiptoed down the stairs to get something to eat, her bedroom door was closed. I knew I could get out of the house before she woke up, I had done that for a few months now.
Ha, I shouldv'e known.
I was walking around in the kitchen and my arm scraped against the counter, I tried not to scream. So, I walked backwards, biting my hand to keep my mouth shut, when I stepped on a peice of glass from a vodka bottle.
"HOLY FUCKING SHIT! MOTHER FUCKASS!!!" I screamed. I pulled it out and slapped my hand over my mouth. I was stuck, if I left, I'd get twice the beating after school.
"What the hell? Who taught you to swear like that? Your shit friends? And how dare you wake me up when you know I'm asleep, how dare you! Didn't you learn to respect your parents? It's in the 10 Commandments! How dare you!" She puched me hard in the stomach.
"I'm sorry, I stepped on glass and I-"
"Now, why didn't you watch where you were going?!" She slapped me again when I didn't answer
"Get the fuck outta my house!" She screamed. I ran and got my bookbag from the front door and ran all the wat to school. I felt tears coming agian, I collapsed when I was about 2/3 of the way there. I just sat there and thought.
"Khris!" I turned around. It was Vincent.
"Uh, hey..." I dried up my tears.
"Why aren't you at school? He asked.
"I uh, woke up late" I lied
"Ha, me too" He smiled back. He walked to school with me, while singing 'Turn Back Time' by Cher.
"You're so odd" I said as we walked into the school. He laughed and went to the 11the grade floor.
I turned and walked to the 10th grade wing and I saw one of my friends, Kim.
"Holy hell, what happened?" She asked, pointing to a bruise on my face
"I stepped on some glass this morning and fell, on my face" I laughed a little
"Well, okay, I'll see ya around" She said as the bell rang. I felt the bruise on my face, it really hurt.
I walked into Language Arts class. I was the first one there for a change.
"Hello Khristina" My teacher said
"Hi.." I said shyly
"Khistina, are you having trouble, at home?" She looked at me while sorting some papers
"No, no...why?"
"Because, we haven't been able to contact your mother, for the PTA meeting coming up, and you've been really tired and beaten up lately. Anything you want to tell me?" She got up from her desk and was leaning back against the chalkboard as I sat down
"No, she's just been busy lately. And me, I don't go to sleep and I get into fights, it's all fine. Really it is" I nodded
"Okay..." She said as some other students came in. I sighed and slid down into my seat.
"Hey Khris-woah..your face...what'd she do?" Jeremie demanded to know
"Nothing..."
"Khris..."
"What!?"
"Tell me!"
"I can't.."
"Yes you can..you told me about your cutting problem, you can tell me what she did"
I explained what happened this morning
"Was she drunk?"
"I'm guessing" I whispered as the class started. I didn't want my friends to worry, they didn't need to know this shit.
I walked around for the rest of the day, people asking me what happened and staring. I cussed every last one of them out, it wasn't their bussienss. It was my life, not their's.
I was pulled out of school, after the bell rang, by Jeremie. She was leading me over to Kim and Tessa.
"Okay, first off, where the hell is Ryder?" Jer asked
"Not here" Kim said
"I miss him.." Tessa announced
"Shut up" Jer said "Anyway, look at this" She pointed at my face.
"Yeah, she tripped" Kim said
"No, that was a lie! Her mom beat her before school today because she woke her up by accident"
"You lied to Kim?" Tessa asked. I nodded my head in shame
"I don't want you to worry, or tell you parents! She might hit me again if someone told." I was scared
"Then what are you gonna do! Sit around until your 18 and run away from home!?" Jeremie yelled
"I don't know. I'll leave with Vincent" I said
"You can't do that, Khris" Kim said
"I know..."
"Is there anything you want us to do?" Jer asked. I shook my head
"Okay, we'll see you tomorrow." Tessa said. I nodded and looked at her watch
"Holy hell, I gotta go." I turned around and ran home. I had 5 minutes to get home or else she'd think I was late because I was having sex or something. My house was almost 10 minutes away.
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