Chapter 1- Not so Glamours life
You know I don't really live that glamourse life that you think I live. Not at all my life rather sucks or stinks or whatever you want to call it. But how do you get all your nice clothes Manny? How do you look so beautiful all the time? I mean you must be really rich right? No....if you call having to have a 50 year old man feel you for 30 bucks called rich, then whatever floats your boat. Nope my life isn't that glam at all. You'll see if you read this.
I never invite my friends over because of my house. A house in a really bad neighboorhood that if your walking home men smack your but. I'm not even sure who's going to pop out of my own bushes and take me away.
My dad is a drunk, he is very controlling and beats me, my mom, na dmy brother. My mom stays at home all day because my dad won't let her go anywhere, she's also seven months pregnant. My brother is five years old and very sweet I'm just scared that after he sees all that is happening he will turn out to be my dad and he will hurt is his wife.
I was sleaping one nite when I heard the down stairs door open. Then I heard my dad slowely walk up the stairs. I heard him open my moms door.
"Where is my dinner?" he asked
"George it's midnight...we already at dinner, let me just go warm you up left overs." My mom quietly said
I heard her get out of the bed and start walking out of the room. I got scared so I slowely got out of bed and peaked out the door to see whats happening even though I knew I would regret it. My dad grabbed my moms arm and pushed her towards the bed.
"I don't want leftovers, I want a meal right now" he exclaimed
"George, it's really late. I'm tired can I just please..."
I heard something so I peaked to the left of the hallway and saw my brother come out of his room. He slowely tiptoed over to my room. Scratching his leg because his poweranger footy pajamas where really itch and small.
"Manny I'm scared" he whisperd
"Ok Emmanuel, go to my bed and lay down." I said
Emmanuel ran to my bed and ducked his head under my covers. I peeked through the whole again. I could see everything since my parents room was across from mine.
"And get your daughter to help to!!" He exclaimed
"Mannuela's sleaping, I can do it my self." my mom whisperd
"Get up and go get your daughter" he yelled
My mom just stood there. Why was she taking such a risk. He can kill her like that you know, kill her and then kill me and Emmanuel too. My dad looked at my mom with his evil eyes. He pushed her down to the ground.
"My baby" she screamed holding on too her stomach.
I started to tear up. Why was he being so mean. I ran to my bed and coverd my head under the covers also. Emmanuel held on to me and I held on to him to. For we both knew what was going to happen. My dad stomped and pushed open my door.
"Mannuela come help your mom make me my dinner." He orderd
I held on to my covers. my nails sqweazing on so I couldn't get out. '
"I said come help your mom make my dinner!!" he screamed
I poked my head out at looked at him. Then I looked behind him and saw my beautiful mom laying on the floor crying. I tears started to flow down my eyes also.
"Did you not here me?" he asked
"Yes" I quietly answerd
"Yes who?" he asked
"Yes sir"
I got out of my bed and slowely started to walk towards my mom. I helped her up. She looked so fragile for being 30. Yes my mom is 30 she had me when she was 15 and if I where to have a baby she would have been a grandma, a grandma at the age of 30. My mom was very beautiful, her dad was from Canada and her mom was from the Philipins. So she has this mixed kind of look to her skin. Her eyes are a piercing green. She has nice dark brown hair, and natural brown highlights. Their used to be such a glow in her face when I was younger. When I was with my real dad. Yes this man that has the nerve to beat us is not my real dad. My real dad died when I was about four. My mom was lonely and depressed and she found George. George seemed nice at first, you know, he would buy us stuff give my mom money, he was an ok guy until they got married. Now my mom has lost that glow, and George or my dad has become more and more abusive. Sometimes he comes home drunk and he rapes me. I haven't told my mom but I'm sure she knows she just down't want to say anything. I mean, I'm not going to lie my mom is rather stupid. I mean she would get beat up so bad from him and then we would call the police and the next day she would pay $5,000 that we don't have to bail him out. I asked her why she keeps on doing it and she told me that right now she just needs a man in her life. A man is the last thing I need.
So as I was saying. I was helping my mom up when..
"Manny" my dad yelled
I turned around and boom, he punched me and I passed out.