Hi! I'm so sorry that I'm such a procrastinator! I'm going to post the next chapter right after this but this is just the prologue. Sorry it's short though!
"Why" I had heard this conversation many times "Why on earth must you do this!" My mother had been stressed before, but it had never been to this extent. It was always the same, it was always about me. I'm the reason they're stuck with each other, they've been stuck with each other since my mother was 16. When she got pregnant with me with her teenage sweetheart. My father that is, they turned out to despise each other, and they only tolerate each other because they like me enough to keep a roof over top my head. They loved each other then. I didn't know this time he'd hurt her. I didn't know this fight would leave a gaping wound in my so-called family. I would have taken those hits, but instead I just was curled in the corner. Pathetic, useless, alone, sad; a single tear cut my face. I still remember those five clearly. It was always five.