My Guardian Angel Chapter 2: My parents
Once again, I don't own Kid Icarus, Nintendo, or anything except my body and luscious hair anyway sorry for the long wait, enjoy!
My mom and I were very close when I was little, one of the sweetest, gentlest, warm-hearted people I had ever met. I know that sounds kind of cliché and corny, but it was true, she was my first best friend. We had both hated my dad since he treated us like crap, whacking us around and screaming at us, even though we didn't do anything wrong three-fourths of the time. We had a very strong bond, and mom would always tell me stories, most of which had to do with angels. I remember when I was four, I walked outside to my mother and sat down beside her under the large oak tree that grew in our backyard, and I looked up and asked her," Mommy, what are angels?", and my mother had replied with," an angel is a special person, one that has white wings on their back, and watches after you, even though you can't see them, they are always there beside you. But if you believe hard enough, you can hear them or catch glimpses of them". "I can?" "yes, my darling". For a long time after that, I kept asking my mom questions about angels and she would always gladly answer me. One day when I was 6 years old, my parents were having the biggest argument ever, my dad was beating up my mom constantly, and I was crying in the living room, and then the worst thing happened: I heard a gunshot and silence, I ran into the kitchen where they were arguing and I saw mom on the floor with a bullet hole in her head. She was still breathing, but I knew she wouldn't last long. Thankfully I knew how to call 911, even though my dad tried to take the phone away from me, obviously not wanting her to live. The ambulance arrived, they let me drive to the hospital on it so I could be with my mom, and as I looked back at the house, I saw my dad giving me the evil eye, one that showed how much he truly despised me. At the hospital, I had come in to my mom's room just as her few minutes left of her life had come. I ran to her bedside with waterlogged eyes, she simply gave me a weak, yet warm smile as if she were trying to cheer me up, even though I already knew what was going to happen. A few minutes later, her eyes began to close and the heart monitor began to get flat, until it was a single straight noise and her eyes were all the way shut. I was silent for a minute, and then I said," good night Mommy. Sweet dreams".
My dad, as you already know, is highly abusive. Everyday, I have a new bruise on my body among the hundreds that are already on there, my behind stings from all the hard spankings and belt lashes he gives me, and not to mention I'm also super exhausted from doing so many of his chores because he can't get off his lazy ass and do them himself. He goes grocery shopping, but it's only once a month and it's only for a few things, the rest of the time he eats fast food. The reason he's so abusive is because he's a drunkard, and also a drug dealer, the only thing he cares about is his beer and himself. Luckily I have a friend that I've had since I was two, and she's pretty much my only friend since everyone at school hates me and laughs at me because of my dad and my looks. Her mom helps me out and sends me clothes, food, birthday presents, toiletries, and money to buy things. My friend's name is Isabella, and she's always comforting me and staying true to me. I love her for that, especially since everyday is a pain for me, and I'm hardly ever happy. The worst days are when I pray really hard to the Goddess and to my guardian angel, whom I have noticed signs of his presence in the past, one time my dad was about to beat my hand with a ruler, and it broke before it touched my hand. And one time my dad had charged after me with his fist up, and I felt someone push me safely to the side just in time, and my dad ended up hitting the ground and getting knocked out for a few hours. One time I had prayed really hard, and I actually saw him! I ran to tell Dad and led him to my room, but the angel had already left. My dad said that it might've appeared from that cuckoo clock of a brain that I have, but I didn't listen to him. I had seen that angel and I knew it.
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