Keep me safe ©

Sarah Smith's my name.

A girl who being bullied. A girl who always searching for a perfect home. A girl who always feel unpretty.

I want to have friend, a friend who never calling me names, hitting and talking behind my back. I want that.

Maybe, it's you. Maybe you're the one that i'm waiting for...


6. Chaper 6

“Why are you always like that?! You won’t even care to our daughter! You don’t know anything about her lifestyle!” I hid under my bed as I heard my parents fighting. I heard my mom sobbing and throwing things to the floor. Some glasses are being scattered.

My mom talked to my father after we got home from hospital. She tried to talk about me dropping school. I told her not to say it but she refused. I feel my heart beats fast, almost couldn’t breathe. I shouldn’t have said to her that i’ll drop school, instead i’ll just pretend that i’m going to school but in reality, I’m searching for a job. I’ll just cut school.

My tears still streaming down my face as my parents continually yelling to each other. I covered my ears with my hands to not to hear their non- sense arguments and nags. I look like an eight year old girl in my situation here.

“I told you before that you should brought her in orphanage or abort her! You never listen to me!” my dad needled.

I cry loudly as I heard that. My dad is a f*cking terrible person. He never even cared about  the others feelings. He would just say everything what he wanted to say.

“Stop it please..” I pleaded silently.

The screams were gone. I heard the door slammed downstairs, it startled me. It calmed me when no one’s blaring. I heard a knock on my door.

“Sarah? Are you there honey?” I heard my mom sobbing.

I got out under the bed quickly and wiped my tears. I opened the door and hugged my mother. I cried on her chest.

“I’m sorry. Just forget about all that, okay?” she touched my head.

I nodded and lean on her. “What about my school? Should I drop it?”

“Maybe I should talk first to your school principal huh?” she asked.

We sat on my bed, staring at each other.

I nodded.

We just sit there for a long time without saying a word. I can see in her eyes that she’s thinking about something, something that bothers in her mind. She balls her fist like she’s about to knock someone down.

“Mom?” I touched her hands. “Are you okay?”

She looked at me and smiled. “I’m okay as ever. Just.. Just wait there, i’ll bring you food.”

She stood up and walked to the door. She don’t want me to go downstairs because she don’t like me to see the broken things on the floor that i’ll be sad and cry.

I lied in my bed and look at the ceiling.

Maybe I should change myself?


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