Mom, Why Didn't You Tell Me?, chapter 1
"Mom" I said trying to get her attention.
I guess I should tell you a little about me. My name is Bailey Jade. I look nothing like my dad and the only way I look like my mom is I get into lots of fights. Well my mom doesn't anymore but she use to. I have green eyes I'm short and I have brown hair. I'm a very fast learner. I have taught myself how to play the drums, bass, guitar, and piano. At one time in my life I played the trombone for school. I don't care what anybody thinks about me. I love baggy clothes too. I have two best friends, Sam and Keeley.
"Yes sweety" My mom answered giving me a disturbing look because I wasn't eating.
"How come I don't look like dad at all," I said. She looked shocked at what I said." I look nothing like you, and I have green eyes, no one in our family has green eyes"
I could tell she was trying to find a way out of my question. I threw away my supper. I haven't ate since I found out I looked nothing like my dad. Often times I think about my dad. My real dad.
I heard my mom give a deep sigh.
"I guess I can't wiggle myself out of this one" She said "how about we go upstairs and talk."
It was my turn to look shocked. I didn't think she would tell me. To show here I was grateful I helped her with the few dishes. When we were done we went upstairs.
"Why don't we go to my room in case dad comes home" I said looking the other way.
"Ok sweety" she said.
My dad usually came home drunk and abused my mom and I. We try our best to stay out of his way.
We reached my door and went inside. My walls were covered with posters. The majority of them were Green Day. Unlike my friends I don't want to bang Billie Joe he's more of a father type person that I look up to.
My mom was silent for a while then said "He's not your father"
As she said that an extremely drunk man came in my room known as my father. I was scared because this time was different, this time he had a gun, This time I was sure he was going to use it. He pointed it at my mom.
My mom looked more than terrified. She looked at me and said, "I love you"
There was a bang and she was gone. My so called dad looked at me and said "I don't love you, nobody does so why don't you do everyone a favor and die." There was another loud bang and he was gone. I didn't know what to do my mind just went blank. I crawled in the corner and cried my eyes out.
A few minutes later I heard sirens surround my house. Then the cops came bursting through the door. They held their guns out. I started shaking very bad. I couldn't stand guns. The look of them scares me to death. All of a sudden I had troubles breathing and I passed out.
I guess I should tell you a little about me. My name is Bailey Jade. I look nothing like my dad and the only way I look like my mom is I get into lots of fights. Well my mom doesn't anymore but she use to. I have green eyes I'm short and I have brown hair. I'm a very fast learner. I have taught myself how to play the drums, bass, guitar, and piano. At one time in my life I played the trombone for school. I don't care what anybody thinks about me. I love baggy clothes too. I have two best friends, Sam and Keeley.
"Yes sweety" My mom answered giving me a disturbing look because I wasn't eating.
"How come I don't look like dad at all," I said. She looked shocked at what I said." I look nothing like you, and I have green eyes, no one in our family has green eyes"
I could tell she was trying to find a way out of my question. I threw away my supper. I haven't ate since I found out I looked nothing like my dad. Often times I think about my dad. My real dad.
I heard my mom give a deep sigh.
"I guess I can't wiggle myself out of this one" She said "how about we go upstairs and talk."
It was my turn to look shocked. I didn't think she would tell me. To show here I was grateful I helped her with the few dishes. When we were done we went upstairs.
"Why don't we go to my room in case dad comes home" I said looking the other way.
"Ok sweety" she said.
My dad usually came home drunk and abused my mom and I. We try our best to stay out of his way.
We reached my door and went inside. My walls were covered with posters. The majority of them were Green Day. Unlike my friends I don't want to bang Billie Joe he's more of a father type person that I look up to.
My mom was silent for a while then said "He's not your father"
As she said that an extremely drunk man came in my room known as my father. I was scared because this time was different, this time he had a gun, This time I was sure he was going to use it. He pointed it at my mom.
My mom looked more than terrified. She looked at me and said, "I love you"
There was a bang and she was gone. My so called dad looked at me and said "I don't love you, nobody does so why don't you do everyone a favor and die." There was another loud bang and he was gone. I didn't know what to do my mind just went blank. I crawled in the corner and cried my eyes out.
A few minutes later I heard sirens surround my house. Then the cops came bursting through the door. They held their guns out. I started shaking very bad. I couldn't stand guns. The look of them scares me to death. All of a sudden I had troubles breathing and I passed out.
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