1. The Truth
Moving to a completely different country was hard because all of my friends would be miles away. Mom made the choice I had no say into what would be good for me. She didn' t care after my dad died she let go of herself. When we arrived to the house in a small country town named Cheshire mom was drunk already which wasn't nothing out of the ordinary. When she would pass out I would carry her into the bedroom, I hated seeing her like that. That is not the mom I knew or remebered at all.
"Y-you are a piece of SHIT!" she yelled at me. This was the first time she ever said something like that towards me and that hurt.
"Who is the one that carries you to bed every fucking day after you are piss drunk?! Oh yeah me your piece of shit daughter! I fucking done looking after you." I stormed out of the living room and went in my room so I didn't have to listen to her.
This was an every day thing that gets old real quick.
-1 year later-
Mom has gotten worse she drinks earlier than normal and now she sells me to a bunch of men to have sex with. She used the money she got to buy alcohol (which was no suprise to me at all). I am done with her, for months now I was planning to run away but it had to be on a day she wouldn't really notice then it came to mind. Dads death anniversy was coming up on friday thats when she get passed the point of no return when she drinks. That was it the day I was gonna get out of this hell hole. I don't know where to go but I will figure something out, I would rather be on the streets than be sold to a bunch of old men that couldn't get it in. The days passed slowly not going by fast enough, but I wanted them to I needed them to go faster. Each night came with 5 different men I had no idea even were alive using me to satisfy their sexual needs. With every guy came with tears of fear, pain, and hate. I didn't want to believe that this was happening to me. There was one more day until dad's death anniversy and she was acting like her same drunk self. When she passed out that is when I started packing everything I would need at the time I was shaking the whole time because I didn't want her to wake up and know what I am doing.
Once I was done I heard pots and pans fall in the kitchen, she was trying to walk but where? In the backyard we had a mini grave yard stone for dad and sure enough that is where she was going. I just watched from afar not wanting to get her mad and causing one of her attacks on me which was sometimes just verbal other times it was physical.
"You had to fucking leave me alone to take care of this slut living in the house." I over heard say once I made out the words tears started to form in my eyes. Was this a side of her I have seen or was it the side that was drunk and had emotion.
"She has no life! S-she thinks I n-need help when I pass out! Fuck her I am a grown a-ass woman." She started yelling this time it felt like water fall on my face. I needed to get out of this house like now! No questions asked. She started to fall alseep so I thought now is the time to go. I grabbed my bag and ran out of the house not turning back to look at the house that was once my home.
I did it I thought in my mind, never again do I have to help her get upstairs. No longer do I have to clean the house the next day because it was full of beer bottles. One problem out of the way now I need to find some place to sleep for the night. I walked for a mile or so when I came across a park bench and laid down to give myself a break from running away. This was the first night I don't need to carry her into the bedroom and I felt absolutly good. Now if I can just rest for tomorrow to come.