Let Me Live.
I lay on my bed, facing the ceiling, I wondered when my mother and father were coming home, I was getting ready to bandage myself up, once again. I heard them approach my room, and I'd just finished packing my things in my bag, shoving it under my bed and sitting, pretending to read a comic book, I could already smell the scent of alcohol and pot, no doubt I was in for a beating, but this would be my last.
"Sweetheart, mommy and I have something for you."
My father's words dripped off his tongue like poison.
"What is it, sir?"
I said not looking up from my book, I was to scared. I heard them laugh at me, I had to address them as Sir and Ma'am, or they'd get mad at me.
"C'mere and you'll see."
I shut my book, and looked up, my father heald out an empty bottle of vodka, glaring down at me.
"Yes?"
His smile remained but I could tell he was up to something.
"Don't act so innocent, you little brat! You drank the last of the vodka in this house!"
My eyes widened as he threw the bottle at me, I gasped as the sharpness of the pain hit me in the head, I felt the blood quickly drip down my forehead and into my eye, making my eye want to water. I quickly rubbed it out of my face and held my hand over it, looking back at my father.
"I-I don't know what you're talking about."
"Shut the fuck up! You liar!"
I flinched at his words, I hadn't done anything, I really hadn't. Those assholes did it and just didn't remember! My father quickly left my room to retreive his bashing belt he always used on me, and I ran and locked my door, grabbed my bag and jumped out the one story home's window of my room.
This will be the last time they ever get to me.