Lying in a hospital bed dying, chapter 3
At last my dad decided to leave, and was replaced my my mom, Adrienne, and my two little brothers, Joey and Jake.
"Raven! Can we hold the baby? PLEASE!", both of them said at once.
"I suppose so, just don't drop her and no fighting over her!", I warned them.
"Yes Raven!", they said smiling. I may have hated my dad but I always had a soft spot for my little brothers. I had missed them the most while I was living on the streets.
Once they were gone my mum turned to me. "Your dad loves you, you know. He might not show it sometimes, but he does."
"Could've fooled me. Remember that time he said he'd wrote "The Grouch" especially for me? What were his words again? Oh yeah I think he said something like, "Wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up? I aint sure about the wife, but this kid sure as hell's fucking up, in fact Raven, I dedicate the whole song to you, you retarded bitch!", but that wasn't the only name he called me, there was, poisonous whore, fuck-face, dirty slut, shit for brains and what was his favourite one? Devil's bitch! Oh yeah I'm really convinced he loves me now."
I looked up at mom and saw she was crying.
FLASHBACK
"Do you have the time to listen to me whine? About nothing and everything all at once." I sang walking home from school. I hoped dad had got my drumkit. It was my tenth birthday today and dad had promised he'd get me one. I walked through the front door to find my dad looking agrily at me. "What's this" he said holding up my report card.
"My report card, duh."
"I know what it is fuck-face but why the hell does it say that you never try, never listen end talk back to the teachers, you retard?" my dad hissed at me. I was confused, I always tried my hardest in class, always listened and didn't talk back but it seemed everytime I got my report card, it would say something different. This time though, I snapped.
"Well I'm trying my frigging hardest and if that isn't good enough then sod you I won't try at all!" I shouted and stormed past my dad and upstairs to my room. I tore down all my Green day posters, scrunched them up and put them in the bin. I took all my Green Day CD's and smashed them and cut up all of my Green day t-shirts, anything that reminded me of my dad.
END OF FLASHBACK
I heard a noise at the door and looked past my mom and say my dad standing at the door with flowers in his hand and a shocked look on his face. He had heard, every word.
"Raven! Can we hold the baby? PLEASE!", both of them said at once.
"I suppose so, just don't drop her and no fighting over her!", I warned them.
"Yes Raven!", they said smiling. I may have hated my dad but I always had a soft spot for my little brothers. I had missed them the most while I was living on the streets.
Once they were gone my mum turned to me. "Your dad loves you, you know. He might not show it sometimes, but he does."
"Could've fooled me. Remember that time he said he'd wrote "The Grouch" especially for me? What were his words again? Oh yeah I think he said something like, "Wife's a nag and the kid's fucking up? I aint sure about the wife, but this kid sure as hell's fucking up, in fact Raven, I dedicate the whole song to you, you retarded bitch!", but that wasn't the only name he called me, there was, poisonous whore, fuck-face, dirty slut, shit for brains and what was his favourite one? Devil's bitch! Oh yeah I'm really convinced he loves me now."
I looked up at mom and saw she was crying.
FLASHBACK
"Do you have the time to listen to me whine? About nothing and everything all at once." I sang walking home from school. I hoped dad had got my drumkit. It was my tenth birthday today and dad had promised he'd get me one. I walked through the front door to find my dad looking agrily at me. "What's this" he said holding up my report card.
"My report card, duh."
"I know what it is fuck-face but why the hell does it say that you never try, never listen end talk back to the teachers, you retard?" my dad hissed at me. I was confused, I always tried my hardest in class, always listened and didn't talk back but it seemed everytime I got my report card, it would say something different. This time though, I snapped.
"Well I'm trying my frigging hardest and if that isn't good enough then sod you I won't try at all!" I shouted and stormed past my dad and upstairs to my room. I tore down all my Green day posters, scrunched them up and put them in the bin. I took all my Green Day CD's and smashed them and cut up all of my Green day t-shirts, anything that reminded me of my dad.
END OF FLASHBACK
I heard a noise at the door and looked past my mom and say my dad standing at the door with flowers in his hand and a shocked look on his face. He had heard, every word.
