"Douglas!" I woken up at 7:45AM on a Saturday morning to my Dad's voice.
What the fuck does he want?
I stretched loudly and walked downstairs rubbing my eyes. I sat in my chair downstairs and wheeled into the kitchen, where my dad was.
"Yeah, Dad?" I said yawning.
"Don't you dare yawn at me! You ungrateful germ!"
Wow, ok, what did I do?
"Why-What's wrong?" I asked confused.
"You! Your what's wrong!"
"What did I do?" I asked, still confused.
"You and your bloody selfishness, with your pathetic trip!" He stormed up to me and put his hands on the side of my chair.
"I-I-I- What?"
I gasped and he pushed my wheelchair backwards so it toppled over and I backward rolled out of it and onto the cold, hard, kitchen floor.
I whimpered in pain.
Mom walked into the room at that exact moment, when Dad started to kick me in the stomach and screaming curses at me.
"R-Richard." Mom said.
Dad turned around. "He deserves it!"
"We can sort our money problems, p-please stop." She whimpered tears in her eyes.
She does care! I knew it!"No! That's it! I am sick of you taking his side all the time! I've had enough! It's me or him! Choose!" He glared at me and then stared back at Mom.
She gasped and thought for a while. She stared at me sympathetically.
"I have to give my relationship with Richard a 2nd chance." She said quietly.
"No! Mom, Please! Don't do this!" I screamed and started crying. Dad kicked me to make me stop.
"Be out of the house by tonight." She said and then walked out the house to work, Dad followed.
I can't believe it. I won't believe it. I'm homeless. Mom doesn't want me. Dad hates me. I haven't spoken to Jazzie in weeks, most of the time she is with he boyfriend. Bradley. Tom is at college, and Harry is god knows where. Danny will be gone soon. What am I going to do?
I started crying on the kitchen floor, by cries got louder and I started literally sobbing on the floor. I tried to get up but couldn't, my stomach hurt too much to move.
What am I going to do?