Broken

"Just tired." She muttered. But you could tell It was not just a lack Of sleep, But a lack of hope, That made her Act the way she did.

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"Brooklyn!" My mom shouts. Pushing me for the hundredth time. Ugh. This hangover is killing me. "What!" I demand opening my eyes. "Get off the coach." She tells me walking away. I'm in no mood for her shit. I can already tell there's gonna be a conflict.

"Excuse me? You wake me up to tell me to get off the coach?" I yell stomping after her. "Who the fuck do you think you are? The fucking queen of England? News flash Martha, your not." My mother turns on her heals and comes closer, cornering me against the wall. "Don't you ever call me Martha again. My mother and your father are the only people who are to call me that, i am your mother, and that is exactly how you will address me." My breathing has shortened and my heart starts pumping. 'Don't do it.' I tell myself. 'Shes your mom. Don't do it... Oh shit. It's coming'

I throw my fist connecting it with my mothers face then kick her stomach. She falls to the ground just as Jaxson my little brother walks in. "Jax get out." I tell him breathing heavily "Dad!" He shouts standing in the doorway. "Jax shut up." I scream getting in his face. "Dad!" Tears stream down his face as he stares me in the eyes. My father comes runing down the stairs. He makes his way to the kitchen where he sees mom trying to get to her feet. "Martha. Sweetheart. Are you ok? What happened?" My dad helps her to her feet and puts a helpful arm around her.

"Shes fine." I say crossing my arms. She over exaggerates to much. "You did this?" He asks looking at me, with those disappointed eyes. "Why would you do this?" He asks unable to understand. "Shes fine." I repeat. "What happened to you?" He asks in a soft voice. "What happened to my little girl? My little angel?" The look he gives me makes me want to burst out crying and jump in his arms, but i am not that little girl anymore. She died along time ago. "She's gone." I Say looking at the floor. I cant bare to look him in his soft blue eyes. "Get out." He whispers barely autible. "What?" He cant mean get out of the house... Can he. "Get out." His voice becomes stern as he looks me in the eyes, the blue has now sunk to a grey showing the numbness surrounding them. "Daddy?" I come closer trying to break his hard shell. "Out!" He shouts as a single tear streams done his face. "Fine." I turn around heading for the door. I cant believe he just kicked me out. I'm suppose to be his little girl.

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