Such Is Life
Part 9
So, I was dragged into the car, dragged into the hotel and dragged into the room by my mother, freaking out and Shawn trying to calm the situation but always one step behind, at that moment I thought he was as bad as she was. She slammed the door on him, left him out in the hallway banging to be let in, that was when she set upon me, called me a slut, said Id been sleeping with Shawn since I was 15, because someone had 'told' her, it must have been true. No matter what I said she wouldn't listen to me, I screamed the words at her to try and make her understand me but none of it was getting through the 'pill' barrier, she just didn't hear me. She grabbed me by the hair and threw me against the wall. It hurt but I made no sound other than a slight whimper that I could not stop escaping my lips when the pain seared through my body. Shawn still hammered on the door, frantically telling her to calm down, to let him in, she wasn't hearing that either. She had snapped, lost it, she continued to hit me, punching me in the face, arms....I blocked it out, floated away to a better place. Eventually Shawn kicked the door in just as she was lifting me off the floor by my hair for round 2. He grabbed her and I felt someone grab me, I looked up, it was my angel, my saviour, he had forgiven me. He lifted me off the floor, she still screamed and kicked as Shawn had her around the waist.
"You are NOT seeing him!" she bawled, "He hit me! Keep away from my daughter you son of a bitch!" she hissed at him, spittle flying from her mouth. I was scared, this was not my mother, the woman that raised me. It was more like a scene from a B movie, I could picture the credits "DRUG WOMAN FROM THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!" (what things go through your mind when your world is crashing around you?!) Shawn managed to drag her to the bedroom and throw her onto the bed( practised manoeuvre I was betting), he banged the door shut but it had no lock. She screamed and beat her fists on the wood, pulled at the handle as Shawn held it shut. He looked at Chris and I standing there, feeling like the Twilight Zone was upon us!
"GO!"
"What?" I brushed the hair from my face.
"Go! GO NOW!"
"I don't have anywhere to go!" I said panicking.
"Chris get her away man! Go...just go! You'll be ok!" He strained as she pulled at the handle again. Chris nodded slowly, he knew what he had meant, something to do with the 'words' that he and Shawn had at the arena maybe?
"Shawn I can't leave... I can't just leave dammit!" I started to cry. Chris grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards the door. "I can't go!" I cried but it was more in defeat, I knew that was exactly what I was about to do.
"I'll take care of her just..." Shawn sighed and dug into his pocket with his free hand. "Here!" He put some notes into my hands.
"No I can't take this!"
She pulled on the door again and he had to put two hands onto the handle as it came open slightly, "You just did take it now GO!" He strained against her force on the door, "Take care of her!" he said sternly to Chris and Chris nodded again, still with his hand on my arm.
"CHRISSY!!! MOMMY LOVES YOU BABY LET ME OUT!"
I looked at the door frantic, my mother was in there, my own mother, I wanted to go to her, hold her, look after her, she needed help.
"Please just go!" Shawn said quietly as we listened to the pained sobs from the other side of the door.
I threw my arms around his neck, he couldn't hold me, he had both hands on the door, but he put his head on mine and I held onto him tightly. He nodded at Chris over my shoulder and I felt Chris' arms around my waist, he had to virtually carry me away from her. We got into his beat up old car and he drove God knows where we were going to end up.
Part 9
So, I was dragged into the car, dragged into the hotel and dragged into the room by my mother, freaking out and Shawn trying to calm the situation but always one step behind, at that moment I thought he was as bad as she was. She slammed the door on him, left him out in the hallway banging to be let in, that was when she set upon me, called me a slut, said Id been sleeping with Shawn since I was 15, because someone had 'told' her, it must have been true. No matter what I said she wouldn't listen to me, I screamed the words at her to try and make her understand me but none of it was getting through the 'pill' barrier, she just didn't hear me. She grabbed me by the hair and threw me against the wall. It hurt but I made no sound other than a slight whimper that I could not stop escaping my lips when the pain seared through my body. Shawn still hammered on the door, frantically telling her to calm down, to let him in, she wasn't hearing that either. She had snapped, lost it, she continued to hit me, punching me in the face, arms....I blocked it out, floated away to a better place. Eventually Shawn kicked the door in just as she was lifting me off the floor by my hair for round 2. He grabbed her and I felt someone grab me, I looked up, it was my angel, my saviour, he had forgiven me. He lifted me off the floor, she still screamed and kicked as Shawn had her around the waist.
"You are NOT seeing him!" she bawled, "He hit me! Keep away from my daughter you son of a bitch!" she hissed at him, spittle flying from her mouth. I was scared, this was not my mother, the woman that raised me. It was more like a scene from a B movie, I could picture the credits "DRUG WOMAN FROM THE CENTER OF THE EARTH!" (what things go through your mind when your world is crashing around you?!) Shawn managed to drag her to the bedroom and throw her onto the bed( practised manoeuvre I was betting), he banged the door shut but it had no lock. She screamed and beat her fists on the wood, pulled at the handle as Shawn held it shut. He looked at Chris and I standing there, feeling like the Twilight Zone was upon us!
"GO!"
"What?" I brushed the hair from my face.
"Go! GO NOW!"
"I don't have anywhere to go!" I said panicking.
"Chris get her away man! Go...just go! You'll be ok!" He strained as she pulled at the handle again. Chris nodded slowly, he knew what he had meant, something to do with the 'words' that he and Shawn had at the arena maybe?
"Shawn I can't leave... I can't just leave dammit!" I started to cry. Chris grabbed my arm and started to pull me towards the door. "I can't go!" I cried but it was more in defeat, I knew that was exactly what I was about to do.
"I'll take care of her just..." Shawn sighed and dug into his pocket with his free hand. "Here!" He put some notes into my hands.
"No I can't take this!"
She pulled on the door again and he had to put two hands onto the handle as it came open slightly, "You just did take it now GO!" He strained against her force on the door, "Take care of her!" he said sternly to Chris and Chris nodded again, still with his hand on my arm.
"CHRISSY!!! MOMMY LOVES YOU BABY LET ME OUT!"
I looked at the door frantic, my mother was in there, my own mother, I wanted to go to her, hold her, look after her, she needed help.
"Please just go!" Shawn said quietly as we listened to the pained sobs from the other side of the door.
I threw my arms around his neck, he couldn't hold me, he had both hands on the door, but he put his head on mine and I held onto him tightly. He nodded at Chris over my shoulder and I felt Chris' arms around my waist, he had to virtually carry me away from her. We got into his beat up old car and he drove God knows where we were going to end up.