The day finally ended and I can finally breath again.
When I got home, father was gone as usual. I don't even know what he's been up to, and frankly, I don't care.
Mother on the other hand was in the kitchen smoking her cigarette.
"Oh the little slut is home. How many boys did you bang? 20? 30?!" Her voice grew louder at each number. I stood there with a blank face. Not even bothering to show emotion.
"I'm not a slut like you." I said in a dull voice. I knew the second I stepped in the door and saw her I was going to get a beating. I might as well get something out of it.
"What did you say?!" She roared. I stood where I was, not caring how mad she got.
"You heard me. Or are you so old that you can't hear no more?" This time I smirked. Mother always hated being reminded if how old she's getting. Her wrinkles by her eyes and her gray hair make it so she can't even look in the mirror.
"I am not old! I am perfectly young!" She slammed her hand down on the table. I only raised an eyebrow.
"You're right, you are young. You do act like a child of course." That pissed her off more.
"You little brat!" She got up and stormed at me. She slapped me and you can hear the sound echo off the walls. I glared at her. D
"Yeah, your such a lady! You abuse your own daughter and drink and smoke and don't even care about anything!" I yelled. I wanted to hit her and punch her. But she's my mother. A lady who once loved me and who once smiled. She cared... But that's all in the past. Things like that never happen anymore.
"You deserve a lesson." For the next couple of hours, my mother beat me and burned my wrist with her cigarettes and made sure to call me every name in the book. I took it all in. I didn't cry, I didn't try to run. For the past 11 years, I've came home to this. I'm just a creature of habit, I guess you can say.
By the time mother was done, I couldn't even move and every time I tried to flex my wrist, it would burn. I slowly, and very carefully walked to the bathroom and took a shower. I saw blood running down my body and I relaxed against the warm water.
Ever since my older brother died, I've been having to live like this. A month after he died, mother turned into a monster and father turned into a ghost. I turned into a heartless person who has to fight to survive.
Since mother doesn't work and father doesn't bring home money, my fights pay for everything. For the beer, bills, and food. I always have to make sure mother has beer and cigarettes otherwise she'll turn crazy, even worse than she was tonight.
Climbing out of the shower, I headed straight to bed. I hoped that tomorrow everything will be a lot better.