"You bitch!" His words tore through my brain like a bullet, "You whore! Your nothing but a slutty whore!" What I'd do wrong this time? I remember coming in the door to this shitty apartment, putting a paper bag of groceries on the kitchen table, then I heard him come out of the bedroom – screaming and yelling, and the sound of the baby crying. Then, I was on the ground, being pounced on. He was on drugs, I wasn't sure what it was this time – but it was a drug. I could tell, finally, he gave up – getting off of me, cussing a few more times and spitting in my face as he went into the bedroom and slammed the door. That's when I realized that I had to leave. I silently walked into the bedroom, where Maddie was holding onto the side of her crib, crying her eyes out. Maddie was my 8 month old baby girl, well – mine and that good for nothing druggie in there. She seemed to calm down a bit when I entered the room. Quickly, I packed the things in a diaper bag Maddie would need. diapers, wipes, a few pairs of clothes, empty bottles, formula, bottles of water. Everything in the room that looked like she would need. I then picked her up. "Come here baby." I whispered to her, "We're gonna get out of here. Everything will be okay." I wrapped the shabby blanket around her and opened the door, and quickly slipped out of the door to the shabby apartment. I slipped down the stairs into the cool night air. And, from there – I ran.
Hi guys! I'm on my last few chapters of my Zak story. (cries), so I decided I'd start a new one for all my fellow Zak Bagans lovers! :D
Thanks for reading, and tell me where you think this should go and what you think!