With An Angel Face and A Taste for Suicidal, chapter 1
The sound of a door slamming woke me up. My father had just come home. I heard my mom walk past my room and down the stairs. Not long after, I heard my father yelling in his deep voice. I got up and put my ear against the door to hear what was going on. My father was drunk once again. He had gotten drunk the every night now for the last couple of months. Dad hasn't hurt Mom yet but tonight I had a feeling that something real bad was going to happen to her.
Quietly, I opened my bedroom door and tip-toed down the stairs. It was a very dark, but I knew my way around. My mom was now yelling too. I heard her voice come from the kitchen so I headed that way. The kitchen light was on. I walked in and my parents were on opposite sides of the kitchen. My mom saw me enter.
"Go back to bed sweetie. I can handle this," she said in her sweet voice. I just shook my head. I didn't want to leave her alone with my dad.
"No Mom I want to know what is going on," I said. I felt like I was going to cry. I started feeling nervous.
"That's right Jimmy darling, go back to bed. Your mother can handle it," my dad said in a fake agreeing tone.
I looked at my dad. He was holding a beer bottle which was half full alcohol. I hated him so much and he hated me. My dad wanted a boy and to call him Jimmy, but instead he got me. A girl. He stilled named me Jimmy though, only because he loved that name. He treats me like shit every single day for as long as I could remember. Mom never noticed it and I never told her. I didn't want her to worry about me because she has so many problems.
As my father brought the bottle to his lips, my mom asked me to go back to bed. Once again, I shook my head.
"No I don't want to," I said to her.
"Shut up you bitch!" my dad yelled, and threw the beer bottle at me. I dodged it, but it hit Mom straight in the head. She fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
"Mom, wake up!" I yelled running to her side. "Mom, please wake up!"
I started shaking her, but she wouldn't wake up. Blood started pouring out of a cut above her eye. I started crying.
"You fucking son of a bitch! Look what you did to my mom!" I yelled at my dad, who was still on the other side of the room. He looked like he didn't care.
I was so angry. All I wanted to do was kill my father. I got up and ran towards him, grabbing a pan that was on the stove. As I got closer to him, I smelt the alcohol stench in his breath. I tried to hit him but he predicted what I was going to do. So instead of me hitting him, he hit me straight over the head with a baseball bat that he had been hiding behind his back. I fell to the ground unconscious...
Quietly, I opened my bedroom door and tip-toed down the stairs. It was a very dark, but I knew my way around. My mom was now yelling too. I heard her voice come from the kitchen so I headed that way. The kitchen light was on. I walked in and my parents were on opposite sides of the kitchen. My mom saw me enter.
"Go back to bed sweetie. I can handle this," she said in her sweet voice. I just shook my head. I didn't want to leave her alone with my dad.
"No Mom I want to know what is going on," I said. I felt like I was going to cry. I started feeling nervous.
"That's right Jimmy darling, go back to bed. Your mother can handle it," my dad said in a fake agreeing tone.
I looked at my dad. He was holding a beer bottle which was half full alcohol. I hated him so much and he hated me. My dad wanted a boy and to call him Jimmy, but instead he got me. A girl. He stilled named me Jimmy though, only because he loved that name. He treats me like shit every single day for as long as I could remember. Mom never noticed it and I never told her. I didn't want her to worry about me because she has so many problems.
As my father brought the bottle to his lips, my mom asked me to go back to bed. Once again, I shook my head.
"No I don't want to," I said to her.
"Shut up you bitch!" my dad yelled, and threw the beer bottle at me. I dodged it, but it hit Mom straight in the head. She fell to the ground with a sickening thud.
"Mom, wake up!" I yelled running to her side. "Mom, please wake up!"
I started shaking her, but she wouldn't wake up. Blood started pouring out of a cut above her eye. I started crying.
"You fucking son of a bitch! Look what you did to my mom!" I yelled at my dad, who was still on the other side of the room. He looked like he didn't care.
I was so angry. All I wanted to do was kill my father. I got up and ran towards him, grabbing a pan that was on the stove. As I got closer to him, I smelt the alcohol stench in his breath. I tried to hit him but he predicted what I was going to do. So instead of me hitting him, he hit me straight over the head with a baseball bat that he had been hiding behind his back. I fell to the ground unconscious...
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