Look What Happened, chapter 1
"Crack!"
I listened to the snapping sound of my right arm breaking. I looked at my father in horror. He had just snapped my arm practically in half in front of my mom, brother and sister. My dad and I had never really got along, but this was the climax of our destruction as a family unit. I swore to god when I was thirteen that if my father ever hit me during a fight, that I would leave home. It finally happened.
I burst back into my room, locking the door and scrambling to pack up some necessities; I packed some clothes, a hairbrush and my guitar. Hearing the horrible yells and screams coming from my mother and father's fight gave enraged me to the point of no return.
"How dare you hit her like that," my mother screamed, "She's your daughter."
"That little bitch is no more than a piece of shit to me," My dad slung back, "She's never meant anything to me and she never will. She can burn in the fiery depths of hell for all I give two shits about. She's worthless; the most good she'll ever do for the world is by selling her worthless excuse for a personality into prostitution."
"Go to bed." My dad said to my brother and sister rudely. "I'll deal with you two dip-shit's later. She what she's turned you into? Worthless good- for- nothings, that's what. You have no future because of her."
My brother and sister slunk back into their rooms, without a sound.
***
I stepped back out into the hallway leading to the kitchen. My parent's stood there.
"You, dad, are worthless." I said calmly, "What else have you done for this world other than hurt a innocent woman and her children? Nothing, that's what you've done. Your whole life has been based off of getting what you wanted. Well now you have it. Look at the life's you've damaged. Our lives, not yours. Our lives are based off obeying your every rule, every one of your pointless rules." I glanced down at my broken arm. It was purple and swelling. "No one in this world deserves to be used like you have used your family. Sam and Jeff may not be like you, in fact, they are nothing like you. If I have taught them anything, it's how to have their own personalities. But you can't see that because you are to caught up in the fact that they are not following your plan for their lives."
I stared at my mother's blank face, as she walked away from the situation; she never chose to deal with anything. I then glanced at my father's face. It was filled with rage and fear. He had just been put in his place by a 15 year old. He took one slight look at me, and then hauled off and punched me in the face.
***
I returned back into my room to gather my belongings. Then I snuck a peek into my brother and sister's rooms. They were sleeping disruptively, tossing and turning. I knew that I couldn't take them with me; it would be too dangerous, plus I only had 20 dollars left to spend on transportation and food. It wouldn't be enough for them to live on. I called my grandma, explained to her what happened and asked her to come pick up my brother and sister. She said that she would, so I packed them a few weeks worth of clothes in a garbage bag, plus all that they would need to stay there. I woke them up and brought them outside to wait for their ride. My dad, of course, had drunk himself into a deep sleep. I honestly hoped that he would die then and there. After my brother and sister had left, I briefly said goodbye to my mother, who begged me not to go.
"Honey, please don't leave." She asked, "It'll all be better in the morning."
"Mom, how can you sit there and say that to me?" I said sobbing. I was amazed that she was still denying that problem that was other wise known as my father. "Nothing ever has been alright, and nothing ever will be alright. If you have any amount of self-respect, then you'd leave too. Sam and Jeff are at grandma's house. Know that I love you, mom, and know that I'll always hate you for staying with that bastard." With those last words I left.
The last thing I did was call my best friend named, Emma. I knew that I could stay there for the night and I knew that her boyfriend, Tre', could give me a ride.
I listened to the snapping sound of my right arm breaking. I looked at my father in horror. He had just snapped my arm practically in half in front of my mom, brother and sister. My dad and I had never really got along, but this was the climax of our destruction as a family unit. I swore to god when I was thirteen that if my father ever hit me during a fight, that I would leave home. It finally happened.
I burst back into my room, locking the door and scrambling to pack up some necessities; I packed some clothes, a hairbrush and my guitar. Hearing the horrible yells and screams coming from my mother and father's fight gave enraged me to the point of no return.
"How dare you hit her like that," my mother screamed, "She's your daughter."
"That little bitch is no more than a piece of shit to me," My dad slung back, "She's never meant anything to me and she never will. She can burn in the fiery depths of hell for all I give two shits about. She's worthless; the most good she'll ever do for the world is by selling her worthless excuse for a personality into prostitution."
"Go to bed." My dad said to my brother and sister rudely. "I'll deal with you two dip-shit's later. She what she's turned you into? Worthless good- for- nothings, that's what. You have no future because of her."
My brother and sister slunk back into their rooms, without a sound.
***
I stepped back out into the hallway leading to the kitchen. My parent's stood there.
"You, dad, are worthless." I said calmly, "What else have you done for this world other than hurt a innocent woman and her children? Nothing, that's what you've done. Your whole life has been based off of getting what you wanted. Well now you have it. Look at the life's you've damaged. Our lives, not yours. Our lives are based off obeying your every rule, every one of your pointless rules." I glanced down at my broken arm. It was purple and swelling. "No one in this world deserves to be used like you have used your family. Sam and Jeff may not be like you, in fact, they are nothing like you. If I have taught them anything, it's how to have their own personalities. But you can't see that because you are to caught up in the fact that they are not following your plan for their lives."
I stared at my mother's blank face, as she walked away from the situation; she never chose to deal with anything. I then glanced at my father's face. It was filled with rage and fear. He had just been put in his place by a 15 year old. He took one slight look at me, and then hauled off and punched me in the face.
***
I returned back into my room to gather my belongings. Then I snuck a peek into my brother and sister's rooms. They were sleeping disruptively, tossing and turning. I knew that I couldn't take them with me; it would be too dangerous, plus I only had 20 dollars left to spend on transportation and food. It wouldn't be enough for them to live on. I called my grandma, explained to her what happened and asked her to come pick up my brother and sister. She said that she would, so I packed them a few weeks worth of clothes in a garbage bag, plus all that they would need to stay there. I woke them up and brought them outside to wait for their ride. My dad, of course, had drunk himself into a deep sleep. I honestly hoped that he would die then and there. After my brother and sister had left, I briefly said goodbye to my mother, who begged me not to go.
"Honey, please don't leave." She asked, "It'll all be better in the morning."
"Mom, how can you sit there and say that to me?" I said sobbing. I was amazed that she was still denying that problem that was other wise known as my father. "Nothing ever has been alright, and nothing ever will be alright. If you have any amount of self-respect, then you'd leave too. Sam and Jeff are at grandma's house. Know that I love you, mom, and know that I'll always hate you for staying with that bastard." With those last words I left.
The last thing I did was call my best friend named, Emma. I knew that I could stay there for the night and I knew that her boyfriend, Tre', could give me a ride.
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