I was hiding behind my closet doors, covering my ears like headphones. Wondering why the fighting, cursing, and abuse are happening again. Mom's a drug addict and dad's a drunk. I open the doors slowly. "Is it okay"? I ask myself. I got out and opened my closet and headed to my bedroom door to open it. I hear a gun shot. I break down to my knees crying and praying it's not my mom or dad dead. I heard loud footsteps, and quickly ran to my bed like a runner in a competition. My dad barged in. "EMMA, COME HERE!" he demanded. I got up. He grabbed my arm and we headed out our trailer park home. Gangs, drugs and guns surrounded me, "Where's mama, daddy?" I asked wiping my tears. "She's just taking a nap, Emma". Right then, burst of tears ran down my face, I knew she was dead.
"Daddy, where are we heading to?" "I don't know Emma, give me time to think! Hop in the truck, I'll be right back. Don't move." I hopped in the truck. I watched my dad head back in the trailer. BANG! I heard more gun shots. "MOMMY!" I cried out. "MOMMY, I love you!" I unbuckled my seat belt and opened the truck door and quickly zoomed to the door. My dad came out. "Emma, what did I say about you not moving? Get back in the truck and do NOT move" "Daddy I…" he cut me off. "Get back in the truck, now!" I turned myself around, this time my daddy came with me. He began to speak, "Your mother cheated on me. I know you probably don't know what that is, but I thought I should tell you before you ask me why her and I where fighting." I already knew what he was talking about. Living in this town you know what everything is, such as; every name of a gang and basically every type of drug. He continued… "I never wanted our lives like this, since high school ended; I don't see that type of love anymore. Your mom turned out as a drug addict and me… a drunk. If you where older you would understand because I know it's confusing now."
I turned my head to looking at old vandalized buildings, and having my daddy's words over and over in my head, like a song on repeat. I finally got tired and closed my eyes. I thought about how the days where back in the day. Mom wearing her beautiful princess dresses, and Daddy having lunch with my mom and me everyday when he had a lunch break from work. I sure miss those days.
A few hours later I opened my eyes, it was dark. "Where are we daddy?" I asked in a raspy voice. "We are back home, Emma. Now go inside and go straight to your room. I don't want to find you out of your room when I come in". I got out of the truck feeling so tired and I couldn't move, like ten book bags where on my back. I opened the door with a crack, I was afraid that my mom would be there dead on the ground with blood everywhere. I suddenly looked up, Mom? I thought this in my mind. No blood, no dead body? What was it I heard? Was it the gang next door? "Hi sweetie, where did you and dad go?" I started walking to my room. "Sweetie, where are you going?" "I have to get in be…" My daddy came in, and I ran into my room. "Bitch!" I could hear my dad yelling at my mom and I quickly ran out. I finally paused as if my own two feet had breaks. I hid from my dad so he couldn't see me. He had a gun ready to aim at my mom. "Daddy! Don't please!" I cried out.