Chapter 2
Six months later
* * * *
Tears streamed down my face as I listened to their screams. It seemed like this one was an atrocious one, not that the others hadn't been. When I first moved in they had seemed so in love. Now I seems fighting is the only thing they know how to do.
My parents quelled about everything. The joyful times seemed few and far between now. Their favorite subject, me.
I hated that my stepfather hated me. He wasn't pleased with me coming to live with him, but he tolerated me. The more he saw of me the more disgusted he become.
No normal child should get punished for talking during dinner. He enjoyed punishing me. I was given so may chores for the simple reason of me being a "troubled child."
I could hear they quarrel clearly from down stairs. They were fighting about me once again. This time it sounds as if mom is going to win.
"how dare you say that about her! She does more work around than you ever tried to do."
"shes nothing but filthy white trash and a liar. Shes good for nothing a needs to be taught lesson about respect."
"The only one who needs to learn respect is you. you've never even given her a chance. You're a prejudiced bastard and im not even sure why I bothered to marry you. you've always been this way!"
My vision went blurred and I saw a wine glass shattering against a wall. As I came to again I heard the wine glass shatter down stairs and my mom screaming. "How dare you! That was our wedding crystal!"
I slowly allowed my mind to wander at this point. I thought about my friends and how simple their lives were. I longed for a simple life of a normal teenager. Instead I live in this hell where drugs, alcohol, and abusive run rapid. Life had become so hard to bear when he was around, she had turned to alcohol to dull the pain that was so hard to bear.
No one ever thought about how this effected me. Lying in bed listen to them fighting, the crashing of beer bottles, and watching her stumble about in the night, unable to walk she was so intoxicated.