Strange how everything can change in a matter of weeks. One week your on the bottom of the barrel and the next nobody is jumping you and beating you.
She was weird, I'll give you that, always staying by my side, protecting me, letting me sleep on her shoulders, wrapping her arms around me like a little lost child. But in a way I guess I was.
I had always been really close with my mother, that was until I became a teenager, she started treating me like I was going to become a whore or druggie. That's when the fights started. They always ended badly! She would stand over my beaten body grinning like she just won a new car.
As soon as I started to move again, her fist and feet would rain fury apon my body yet again. She would only stop once my blood was dripping out the sides of my mouth. She would laugh and walk away saying that she was teaching me to be a good child and good children should learn to respect their parents.
' what parents' I thought as she walked away from my body. Slowly I picked my bruised body of the cold tile floor, before limping to the shower.
' what did I do this time' I ponder ' why is she doing this, im her child, she should love me'
Tears mix the luke warm water before mixing with my blood that ran down my breast. I started washing when the water didn't turn as red.
"your nothing but a whore, always begging for things, ' I want food, I want cloths,' both your farther and I work long and hard hours at work, we don't want to come home to a damn fucked up brat who cant shut up"
My body visibly flinches as I remember what caused her fury this time; I asked for something to eat. It was rare to see my parents home to eat dinner, since they normally eat on the way home.
My parents had already eaten dinner, so I though I would be safe if I could eat something. I lightly tap my mother shoulder and pull it back before she turns around,
" what do you want, whore"
" I -I wa-was w-w-wond-wondering if-f I cou-could ha-have some- something t-t-to eat." I stumble out
As soon as the words finally slipped my mouth, I regretted it. Her face twisted in to a new type of fury as she launched herself at me.
' that was stupid, your such a dim-wit' I mumble to my self while, softly patting my body dry. ' that was so stupid, it was just like wearing a knights armor out into a lightening storm' I aloud a small smile to grace, but I made one mistake; I looked in the mirror. As quickly as that smile graced my lips, it left again. For standing in front of me, was a person I didn't recognize. Wet red hair was tangled and wild looking, a dark circle cover my left eye, a cut to my right check was red and puffy looking, my right breast also had a tennis ball size bruise, while the left side of my body looked like some emo kid painted it.
Looking way, I grab my brush, to start trying to fix my body. I rush to leave my bathroom, the thought of what I looked like scared me. Once I reached the safety of my bedroom, I quickly shut and lock the door before sliding down it.
I cried till my body gave up on even crying. 'why , why am I so ugly that nobody can love me, care for me, why is she doing this, what did I do, why me.'
Sighing, I wiped the rest of my tears as I walk over to my bed. I kneel for a spilt second as I pray for my mothers beatings, and for maybe, for someone to love and/or care for me. I crawl into my sheet and down comfiture snuggling into the warm heat. 'Maybe tomorrow it will all change.'
I need help! Who should be out little beaten childs wife! yes people this is a lezbo fic.