The Life Of Estelle Dirnt., chapter 1
"Wake up!" I heard my Mom yell from the kitchen.
Hello there. I'm Estelle Dirnt. Yes, Mike Dirnt's daughter. You can call me Stella for short, But My dad only gets to call me Hero. I'm 9 years old and I live with my mom. I don't get to see my dad that often, But I really want to. He's coming today to visit me. Okay, Don't get all teenie on me now. I can't wait. Till then, I'm stuck with my mom. Ugh.
My mom hates me. She hits me all the time. And yells at me because I was a mistake. Is it my fault? No. She's the one who got with my dad. I haven't told my dad she hits me yet. I'm afraid my mom will hurt me worse.
So, I got up quickly because I heard my mom call my name. I didn't want to make her mad, You don't want to know what she does when she Is mad. Well, let's just say she does horrible things.
I got up quickly and Put on my black shirt that had a picture of a guitar on. And my favorite black, tight, glittery pants. And of course my hair in a ponytail and my shoes on.
I ran downstairs and saw my mom. She was cooking pancakes. Wait, She never cooks. Is she just putting on an act for when my dad gets here? She better not. Oh well, what can I do to stop her? She'll just end up hurting me. Unless I tell my dad in front of her and he can protect me.
"Good morning Stella," she said cheerfully.
"Umm good morning?" I said while looking at her suspicously.
"Why are you being so nice to me today?"
"Oh sweetie, Can I just be a good mom?" She said sweetly.
Sweetie? Good Mom? That is it. She. Has. Lost. Her. Mind. Yesterday she beat me for being late for dinner! Now, The next morning she makes pancakes and is being nice to me...? This isn't right. Oh well. Might as well go along with it.
"Umm a good mom? Since when are you a good mom?"
Uh oh. I shouldn't have said that. I know she will snap. She will. She'll hurt me! God I'm so stupid! I'm in for it now. Oh well. I'll just show my dad when he get's here. Ha.
I felt her punch me in the face. And I fell back onto the floor crying.
"Ow! Mom stop!" I begged.
"NO! Who are you to say If I'm a good mom or bad mom?!" She screamed.
She snapped. Oh yeah, Big time. Why does she do this to me? I didn't do anything to her! Is it my fault she had me? No. Like I said before, She chose to have me, and I'm here.
"I didn't say anything!" I said trying to calm her down.
"Oh yes you did you lit-"
She was cut off by the door bell. Thank god! My dad is here! Just in time too, Because my mom would have hit me again. I got up fast and ran to the door. I opened it and jumped into his arms.
"DAD!" I screamed.
I saw him laugh.
"Hey hero! I see your excited to see me," he said smiling.
"Of course!" I said.
I saw him look at me strangely. What? Oh. My eye. That's what he was looking at, right? I hope not. Then I'll have to tell him how I got my black eye. Or, I could lie.
"Umm what is it dad?" I said while getting down.
"Your eye..." he said suspicously.
"What it about it?" I said not looking him in the eye.
"Don't play dumb. You have a black eye. How did that happen?" he asked, Folding his arms.
"Oh Umm. Dad, I have to talk to you."
God. Why is this so hard to tell him? He will protect me! Or will he? I'm so confused. Why does a 9 year old have to go through this? I hate this so much! I bet I would be better off, Dead.
"What is it?" he asked worriedly.
"About mom," I said Looking away.
"Hmm? What about her?" he asked clueless.
"S-She hurts me, bad," I said starting to cry.
Why do I have to be such a baby all the time? I hate to cry infront of some one! None the less my dad. God, I swear I want my mom to die. Or better, I want to die. I already cut. But then, She would be happy I was dead. This is so confusing.
I finally got the courage to look at my dad and when I did, His eyes were filled with anger. The last thing you want to do is get my dad mad. Especially when some one hurts his own daughter...
"What?!" He asked jumping up from his seat.
I looked down and sighed.
"Mom hurts me, bad. She gave me this black eyes because I called her a bad mom. And yesterday she beat me because I was late for dinner... she also gets drunk alot too," I said still crying alittle.
I saw him run into the kitchen where my mom was. She had a bottle of beer in her hand. Not. Good. At. All. What will he do?
"Anastasia!!" he said screaming.
"What do you want?!" she said annoyed.
That was it. I saw my dad punch my mom hard and She fell onto the floor. She had her eyes closed. I crawled into the corner wishing that all this will end, but... that's just wishing.
Hello there. I'm Estelle Dirnt. Yes, Mike Dirnt's daughter. You can call me Stella for short, But My dad only gets to call me Hero. I'm 9 years old and I live with my mom. I don't get to see my dad that often, But I really want to. He's coming today to visit me. Okay, Don't get all teenie on me now. I can't wait. Till then, I'm stuck with my mom. Ugh.
My mom hates me. She hits me all the time. And yells at me because I was a mistake. Is it my fault? No. She's the one who got with my dad. I haven't told my dad she hits me yet. I'm afraid my mom will hurt me worse.
So, I got up quickly because I heard my mom call my name. I didn't want to make her mad, You don't want to know what she does when she Is mad. Well, let's just say she does horrible things.
I got up quickly and Put on my black shirt that had a picture of a guitar on. And my favorite black, tight, glittery pants. And of course my hair in a ponytail and my shoes on.
I ran downstairs and saw my mom. She was cooking pancakes. Wait, She never cooks. Is she just putting on an act for when my dad gets here? She better not. Oh well, what can I do to stop her? She'll just end up hurting me. Unless I tell my dad in front of her and he can protect me.
"Good morning Stella," she said cheerfully.
"Umm good morning?" I said while looking at her suspicously.
"Why are you being so nice to me today?"
"Oh sweetie, Can I just be a good mom?" She said sweetly.
Sweetie? Good Mom? That is it. She. Has. Lost. Her. Mind. Yesterday she beat me for being late for dinner! Now, The next morning she makes pancakes and is being nice to me...? This isn't right. Oh well. Might as well go along with it.
"Umm a good mom? Since when are you a good mom?"
Uh oh. I shouldn't have said that. I know she will snap. She will. She'll hurt me! God I'm so stupid! I'm in for it now. Oh well. I'll just show my dad when he get's here. Ha.
I felt her punch me in the face. And I fell back onto the floor crying.
"Ow! Mom stop!" I begged.
"NO! Who are you to say If I'm a good mom or bad mom?!" She screamed.
She snapped. Oh yeah, Big time. Why does she do this to me? I didn't do anything to her! Is it my fault she had me? No. Like I said before, She chose to have me, and I'm here.
"I didn't say anything!" I said trying to calm her down.
"Oh yes you did you lit-"
She was cut off by the door bell. Thank god! My dad is here! Just in time too, Because my mom would have hit me again. I got up fast and ran to the door. I opened it and jumped into his arms.
"DAD!" I screamed.
I saw him laugh.
"Hey hero! I see your excited to see me," he said smiling.
"Of course!" I said.
I saw him look at me strangely. What? Oh. My eye. That's what he was looking at, right? I hope not. Then I'll have to tell him how I got my black eye. Or, I could lie.
"Umm what is it dad?" I said while getting down.
"Your eye..." he said suspicously.
"What it about it?" I said not looking him in the eye.
"Don't play dumb. You have a black eye. How did that happen?" he asked, Folding his arms.
"Oh Umm. Dad, I have to talk to you."
God. Why is this so hard to tell him? He will protect me! Or will he? I'm so confused. Why does a 9 year old have to go through this? I hate this so much! I bet I would be better off, Dead.
"What is it?" he asked worriedly.
"About mom," I said Looking away.
"Hmm? What about her?" he asked clueless.
"S-She hurts me, bad," I said starting to cry.
Why do I have to be such a baby all the time? I hate to cry infront of some one! None the less my dad. God, I swear I want my mom to die. Or better, I want to die. I already cut. But then, She would be happy I was dead. This is so confusing.
I finally got the courage to look at my dad and when I did, His eyes were filled with anger. The last thing you want to do is get my dad mad. Especially when some one hurts his own daughter...
"What?!" He asked jumping up from his seat.
I looked down and sighed.
"Mom hurts me, bad. She gave me this black eyes because I called her a bad mom. And yesterday she beat me because I was late for dinner... she also gets drunk alot too," I said still crying alittle.
I saw him run into the kitchen where my mom was. She had a bottle of beer in her hand. Not. Good. At. All. What will he do?
"Anastasia!!" he said screaming.
"What do you want?!" she said annoyed.
That was it. I saw my dad punch my mom hard and She fell onto the floor. She had her eyes closed. I crawled into the corner wishing that all this will end, but... that's just wishing.
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